This summer had been unusually warm and therefore Linda had worn only a shear floral sundress to beat the heat of day. She loved the way it’s softness felt as it caressed the flesh of her beautiful body. Her every movement reminding her of the sensual excitement she felt of the nakedness under her dress during the days activities. She loved the way it breath...
His mind's eye drifted along a cobbled path dappled with foot-crunched snow. The world looked like a Thomas Kincaid painting. Golden light emanated through antique glass windows of the picturesque cottage as his wandering vision-scape rejoined him bodily. Their bed was the sort of warm it gets when snowflakes melt on windowpanes heated by the fire in the he...
He lived where few dared tread, nursing a meager pension that barely paid for his daily needs. Life was hard here on the desert, where the preservation of water was almost as sacred as life itself. Yet the solitary life held its private rewards with an iron grip, protecting its own from the ravages of pressure and identity with the serenity of its auburn s...
She is laying across the bed, lifting her chest in just the right way to allow the thin lines of sunlight to wrap around her naked curves. As he slowly advances, he motions for her to lift her hips and his hands meet them in a warm embrace. He slowly pulls the silken thong down her legs. As he raises them up in the air, his head moves into the gap they creat...
First, find a Good Lover. You will know him because he is nothing like you expect. When you meet, your thoughts drift not to Romance, nor to other institutions in whose membership you have been trained to covet. You leave thought entirely and enter sensation, so that you understand how the barren tree mourns for the howling wind, how the black bear, torpid,...
Washing and replacing the bedspread is exactly the kind of mindless, monotonous chore you were designed for, and yet you feel a restlessness building inside you, a dissatisfaction with your encounter with Clarissa. You're unsure what she wanted, or what you wanted... what you may still want. You brought her to the edge of ecstasy and over it, relieving her w...
My Dominus... On a warm summer day just outside of Philadelphia, B.J. lounges under an umbrella by her pool with a cold drink. Enjoying the shade, she tilts her head back to take a sip of her drink and closes her eyes as the cold liquid slides down her warm throat. She has the day to relax from her busy schedule and watches the glimmering sunlight bounce of...
Epilogue Sandra found herself in a drugged daze lying on a pile of hessian sacks that seemed to rock to a gentle rhythm beneath her. As more of her senses returned to her she realised she was in a goods wagon on a train. Her body seemed slow to respond to her brains instructions as her head turned slowly to take in her surroundings and to assess what was ha...
It was the sound of running water from the next room that woke me. Stretching languorously, I became aware of the small aches and chafes I acquired through the night. A small blush crept up my neck as I heard him move about in the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, and every now and then I would get a glimpse of him through it as he walked by completely n...
Sitting in a fancy restaurant with her husband, she celebrated her thirty-fifth birthday. He had kept her in suspense for weeks about what was planned. Her questions were parried skillfully or outright ignored. Her friends had been no help. Her frustration grew as the day came closer. She had made clear that she was hoping for a special day full of surprises...