Lying in bed, thoughts of you fresh in my head, I enter a silent reverie and drift away to slumber. I begin to dream, aware already of the influence of your suggestions. I open my eyes at the sound of the phone, but the room is immersed in the deep shadow of night. I quickly slip out of bed, using my acute knowledge of the terrain in my tiny lair to reach t...
"Okay, I'll see you Monday in the supermarket's parking lot," I replied and hung up. I'm a young driving instructor. Maureen had taken one lesson with me, and we set the time for the second one. She had a scooter license, and she was taking lessons for a car license. She had arrived at the first lesson with a military uniform, but I was alittle distracted d...
JM102 -- Shelly [Author's Note: Hello again! Not much to say about this one. I'm sorry it was so long coming, but it took me a while to summon up the courage (and the mood) to write again.] * I managed to get all my stuff unpacked without further incident. It was awfully difficult, however; my head was full of Caitlin and what we had just done together....
You feel my presence pressing beside you in the bed. My hand was caressing the increasing wetness between your thighs in a tender determined manner. It had been so long since we last met and you feel the pleasure that until I spoke those words you had forgotten to breathe. You did so now. A sharp ragged breath that pushed out as your back arched and my finge...
I first met Scott when I was 26. As a business consultant for one of the nation's top firms I traveled a lot for business. A few years into my career I encountered an industry that I had a passion for and that brought me to Scott. He was a partner at my consulting firm and definitely looked the part. Well groomed, well spoken, and while not wildly attractive...
At the office, on my desk, I keep a silvered glass globe, somewhat like a Christmas tree bauble. It reflects, like a fish-eye lens, all that is around it in startling detail. Yet to try to see what it is itself is impossible, for all it does is reflect. Get close to look at it and all you will see is your own eye, the black of the pupil deep and shiny. And t...
-FROM "NIGHTWATCHES"- ... Sometimes, for those who make a living in the hours when you are asleep, there comes, towards the end of a watch or shift, an errant image from the depths of the past and their psyche. Images built on bits of memory or snatches of an old song - Jungian archetypes or " a bit of undigested gristle". One that comes to me is the image...
Soooo yeah. I put up one decent, if short, entry to a series, then vanished for 6 months. I'll try not to do that again. Anyways, this is a new little series, once again, inspired by a roleplay with a lovely lady. If you liked the first entry of Spellbook, you'll probably like this too. Let me lead off: this story contains graphic and explicit content, don...
Kiaria breathed in the alluring scent, the fragrance so heavy she could taste it. It drew her deep into the woods, father than she had ever dared to venture before. No one went into the woods at night. Not if they wanted to leave with their mind and body intact. Her father had warned her countless times, but she had forgotten to close the windows. The night...
Doing bad things sometimes feels so good..... I had been planning for weeks in fact ever since I had started my new job to play in my office, since starting I had been fortunate enough to fuck a Trans girl over my desk in my daytime guy mode but had never had the pleasure of a guy screwing me on my desk yet. Knowing there were several guys who were interes...