Walking to the door of his apartment, he notices a note taped to the door. He pulls it off and opens it. "Open the door...And don't turn around." After a quick glance at the note, he realizes someone's behind him. Slowly he opens his door, then feels a hand at his back, pushing him in before he can hit the lights. He hears the lock click into place, then...
You stand before me, in a leather dress. Spiked necklace tickling your bare shoulders, earrings swaying against your neck. I pull on your leash, guiding you forward. You sink into my arms, the well-known hands gripping your sides and pulling you closer, the anxiously-awaited lips pressing against yours. My hand runs up your back, over the back of your neck,...
She sits alone in dark silence. The curtains are drawn, music is heard slightly in her head below all of her thoughts of Him. Soft candlelight glowing along her skin, a grin appears on her face as she's pulled away from her wicked thoughts. He is here, in the darkness He lurks. She knows this by His smell, His presence, the way her body tingles when He is...
You hear the door open behind you as you are sitting at your desk in your comfy leather chair. You have been waiting for this all day and you think you know what is going to happen. Footsteps approach you and you feel his fingers trace the skin of your neck as they run through your blonde hair. "Are you ready, little Bailey, for this?" he deep voice asks y...
Just looking at Heidi, you could tell that she was a freak. The looks she gave. The way she always participated in "underwear on the outside" day. The way she'd suck on your fingers if your hand somehow ended up near her. She wasn't my type, though. I've never known measurements beyond "not enough" "too much" or "just right," and Heidi was just a little to...
I missed our rendezvous last Friday Scott. Your wife was home and she almost always shuts the curtains. Although, on occasion she has left them open and I have seen the beautiful show you put on. The Friday before last John almost caught us. What would he do if he knew what I did on Friday nights? I am here, waiting for you for our routine. It is Friday nig...
The anxiety is about to kill me. It is 12:30 am and no Jen yet. The evening has been pretty low key. Dressed to kill, Jen swept out the door about 7. But fair is fair, I have forced her to wait so many times. How many times have I teased her, making her wait for her pleasure, knowing the anxiety only adds to the magnitude of her release? Jen is off and to w...
The location that we have chosen for our rendezvous, is a quiet bar in the lobby of the hotel, with low seductive lighting, soft background music and patrons absorbed in their own thoughts. I am seated at the bar as you walk in and find a table far enough away to not be noticed, but close enough to properly observe the impending interaction. The “stranger” i...
Editor/co-author: LoreLai I dedicate this story to the one who inspired me to try my hand at writing. The one who helped me through the writing process...even rearranging and rewriting sections for me that was not quite up to par. She is an amazing writer please read her stories; you can find a link to her stories in my favorites. LoreLai, I thank you for a...
Your phone buzzes and you pick it up. A text message from "Mr. Dark." You click to view it. "Get 5 pieces of rope and a blindfold. Write a letter to your husband telling him he can do with you what he wants. Suggest that he take pictures. Put the blindfold on, hold the note in one hand, the rope in the other. Call him to the bedroom. Tell me what happens aft...