I got into a playful argument with my wife Colette and the outcome was that she lost a sexual bet. Over the five years of our marriage, Colette has always demurred when I suggested we try a threesome with another woman or man, tried light bondage, tried anal. What we had was good old fashioned sex. Hot and heavy and lots of it. Colette is good at blowjobs an...
My back arches as you grip my hair in a tight fist and shove me face-down in the pillows. Your free hand caresses my skin, your nails dragging and leaving reddened welts along the curve of my ass. I can feel the heat from your body as you lean over me, still fully clothed; the rough texture of your jeans scraping against my thighs as you thrust a knee betw...
Most of my friends and family would agree that I seem to have a knack for knowing about things before they happen. Call it precognition. Sometimes the knowledge comes in dreams, sometimes just a hunch, sometimes in the guiding voice I've learned to listen to. This knack is often handy, like the day I postponed a trip to the bank to deposit some checks, only...
She suffered the indignity of walking silently, on a leash, behind Omal as he led her out of Tahal's chambers. She wasn't sure which was worse, the fact that he didn't speak to her or knowing that she wanted him to. Despite what had just happened, or maybe because of it, she longed to hear a work of comfort, some reassurance that everything would be ok. It d...
Tonight was going just as she'd hoped for; in fact it couldn't have gotten any better. She'd spent plenty of time getting ready for this particular Saturday night, after all it'd been a couple of weeks since she'd last had the chance to get out. She'd splashed out on a new cut and colour for her hair, changing it from her usual brunette to a rather strikin...
Can you hear that...Shhh...listen...The soft lub-dub echoing through the moonless night. I have memorized that sound, burned it into my mind. Take a deep breath...can you smell the scent...better yet...can you smell Her scent...The mixture of Egyptian sandalwood and womanly musk. Her scent I can detect in the faintest of winds, miles away, I can smell her......
The persons, places and events in this story are creations of my imagination and are entirely and purely fictional. They are not intended to portray any persons, places, things or any events which have occurred in real life. Any similarity to same are purely coincidental. * Jackie Harrison sat back in her ox blood leather chair swiveling back and forth out...
This is my first story that I am putting down in writing. I figure it is a good place to start because it was the first amazing thing that actually happened to me personally. Mind you, there have been a few others since! About two years ago I was seeing a guy by the name of Adam. We had a pretty sexually charged relationship, which probably occurred because...
Once upon a time, not so very long ago, there was a girl named Sasha who lived in New York City. Right on the edge of central park in fact. She was a remarkable normal girl, so normal in fact that nothing out of the ordinary had every happened to her. And as far as she was concerned, that was perfectly all right. Sasha worked in a department store down town,...
"Come here, and stand before me my sweet Firebrand." A line out of the blue, punctuated with the keyword that signals that it is a command, not a request. The moment was awkward given your frustration with homework and tests and just dealing with your hectic schedule. You are about to vocalize the protest when I repeat myself more fully, cutting off your wo...