Author's Note: I wrote this several years ago for a friend. She features in this particular story. ;) =============== The knock on the door comes unexpectedly. I put down my book and slide off the bed to see who would be knocking on my bedroom door. I open the door and she pushes me forcibly inside the room. I'm completely speechless; rendered so by her...
Jim paces the room, furious. "Shan, where the hell did you get that?" "A girl I met, at a club a few weeks ago. We have been seeing each other regularly. Sometimes things get a little – kinky." "Shan, I am going to need to know who this woman is and how you contact her." "Ok, her name is Jade and all I have is a cell number." Shan is sitting on the floo...
You are a cowboy at a stud ranch that also offers horse riding lessons. I have booked in for a 4 day riding course. I arrive early on the first morning. I climb out of my car and look around me. I spot you and a group of other cowboys chatting and laughing. You look over to see who had arrived and you see me. We are strangers but from the way my body reacts...
"Oh dear, slave, you're drooling. What's the matter? Don't trust yourself to swallow? Afraid you'll bite that juicy strawberry? I know, baby. It's such a delicate thing to hold between your teeth, but Mistress put it there for safe keeping. So...we're going to be a good boy and hold it there for Mistress, aren't we? Yes, we are. "It took a long time, stroll...
Tina: My fantasy involves an ultra suave and sophisticated mature man with dashing looks and impeccable manners sweeping me off my feet in a whirlwind of romance. He will wine and dine me in a style to which I am yet to be accustomed. His conversation will be witty and interesting. He will be beautifully dressed in bespoke shirts and suits and wear just a h...
It's the beginning of summer, and the spring semester is almost over. I messed up another essay by not following directions. I can't believe it. Professor Allen passes back our essays about Virginia Woolf's To the Lighthouse. On the top margin of my paper, in neat, tiny lettering, Professor Allen has written: Amanda, this is a fine paper, but did you not und...
I'm alone in the dark. I'm bent over a wooden frame, a padded leather block supporting my hips, another under my shoulders and upper chest. My arms are stretched out ahead of me, my wrists secured to a post. My legs are spread, and my ankles shackled to the frame. I'm wearing just a plain white bra and panties. I'm not sure how long I've been here. Two, ma...
Here I am, at another boring conference. God, I get tired of these meetings. Nothing new to learn...no interesting people to meet. I wander into yet another presentation by a pompous professor who spends more time teaching than doing...I'm ready to spend the next hour half listening, half day dreaming about the beautiful day outside, and wishing I were any...
My name is Steve Valbrun and I'm a big and tall young black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Boston, in the state of Massachusetts. These days, I'm a student at Beacon Hill College down in Boston. I'm currently studying Criminal Justice while majoring in business administration. Someday, I'm either going to be a lawyer or a state trooper. For the...
They had known each other for what seemed like an eternity. Nothing was hidden or left unsaid between them. This lead to a strong, albeit rocky friendship at times. They both had their own lives and families, but they always managed to stay in touch. Years would sometimes pass before they could see or even call, but time never weakened the bond. Now as luc...