Trixie, the 19-year-old, 5'5", adorable, assistant-manager, with big baby-blue eyes, high cheekbones, a cute dimpled chin just like her gorgeous aunt, thick long curly platinum-blonde hair, and an incredible 36GG-28-33 hourglass figure that her too small red knit turtleneck sweater, skintight white riding breeches, and shiny brown riding boots hugged like a...
Author's Note: This story starts slowly and lifts off into an intense sexual fantasy. Enjoy, and I'd love to get your feedback. The lights on stage are dimmed prior to their arrival, on cue, and a spotlight illuminates a plush Victorian-era chaise. The curves of the sofa are romantic, yet striking, and a set of beautiful pillows made of imported fabrics r...
Chapter one Samantha and Karen had set up the two meetings; they were both with friends of theirs, both with domme tendencies. My role was purely to take notes, at the first meeting I was introduced to their friend Louise as their secretary which I clearly found embarrassing, both Karen and Samantha both appeared to inadvertently used the word 'she' rather...
I'm going to be visiting Jamie's city and decide to see if she's interested in a F2F. Email: Hello, Jamie. I'm going to be calling on an account in your direction next Monday and I'll be arriving Sunday afternoon. Interested in a F2F? Interested in more? ;-) Lustily, Roy Email: Hi Roy. I think that will work (F2F, how much more I don't know – I'll need to...
Letter 3 Saturday, hopelessly hot. For V, gone, not lost, I hope I feel so lonely, so bored, so forfeit. I will try not to say this again, in any other way. I know it is difficult to read this when you can do nothing to help me. Instead I will write about the areas I intend to explore when you come back to our bed. It seems appropriate that they be you...
For Cookie. It was cold the night we met. It was the end of March, but it seemed that winter, like a drunken houseguest, didn’t know when it had overstayed its welcome. Her eyes were a crisp blue, just as she’d said. Her hair was a pale blonde and ended at the small of her back. I thought it was very possible that if I put my hands on her waist and squeezed...
The hospital smelled sterile and sickly except for the waiting room where Dierdre sat staring at a book and chewing her thumbnail. It smelled of coffee and humans and the pizza the family across the row had ordered after sitting for five hours. Dierdre closed her book and placed it into her shoulder bag, one of those patchwork mail carrier ones, and pulled o...
Thanks for the comments on Parts 1 & 2. Sorry about the delay in getting to Part 3. I hope Part 4 will be finished soon. Thanks for all of the kind comments. Robin turned around and led me to the shower entrance. With her silk stockings still on, she stepped into the steamy hot shower. The water beat against our bodies as we embraced under the steady flow...
You slowly awaken, slightly disoriented. You are in a small, stone walled vaulted room with one oaken door. There are candles burning in sconces on the wall casting a flickering light over the scene. There is a table against one wall, holding a strange array of objects - a large feather, a pair of long silk gloves a bottle of some kind, some other objects of...
Our True Colours, At the Nexus of Silk & Chain. Part One. I watch you sit there, tracing down your immaculate spine till it ends at the seat of your plump inviting bottom. The velvet cushioned stool perched in front of your dresser, reflecting your glowing apricot flesh atop it, you sit sternly, with a dainty rigid faultless posture. The very epitome of f...