He is a Roman God. All he requires is a wreath of olive leaves instead of the cap that covers his glossy curls. She watches him for several minutes before winding her way through carts, to the one where he is replenishing the grapes. Her hands move over the rough texture of sweetly ripe melons. She considers the dark purple grapes. They do smell seductively...
I am a lesbian. I've been licking pussy for years. I'm not one of those stereo-typical, man-hating, butch bull-dykes that couldn't get a man if they wanted one (which they don't because they hate them). I've had men. We all experiment, and I taste-tested the chess team. What can I say? I'm more of an intellectual than a jock. My story begins with ladies nig...
The chilly air swirls around my feet as I gather the armload of wood. Just enough to take the chill out of the air, enough to burn for a few hours while I relax and decompress from the day. The house is quiet, everyone asleep but me. I stare into the new flames of the fire, lights out, silence but for the crackling of the wood. Curling into the couch, clos...
It's Saturday. In many ways it's a typical Saturday. In other ways it definitely isn't. Master has been in a mood all day. Not a bad mood. A very very dominant mood. He's not really barking orders but you have noticed a lot of sentences starting with you will, not with would you like to. You will get up. You will shower. You will fix breakfast. About 3...
So you like my new dress? I like your new dress. This conversation had been going on for a while now. Ever since you came out wearing the little black curve hugging piece. Short sleeves, a generous cleavage proudly displaying the orbs of your breasts, tight at the waist and finishing right above your knees. And as you now climbed the stairs in front of me...
That's odd, she thought as she heard the door open. There was only one person who would just let himself in, and he almost always gave her fair warning, if only to make sure she was alone. He had a key, not because they were exclusive, but because she allowed him to use her shower, his apartment being too far from his job for convenience, and they had had an...
******Note: This is based on a true story told to me by a friend. All names have been changed to keep the identity of my friend a secret. Emily was a young woman who was going to sing at a gig. She was nervous because she knew a magazine writer would be there to comment on the show. She wanted good publicity for the band she sang with. Before long she arr...
Carrie stirred, stretching like a cat as she pushed the fog of slumber away. She turned to her side and reached across the bedding. Sighing when she found the cold spot of where her lover had lain, just so recently, she glumly sat up and started toward the bathroom. Her spirits lifted when she heard the shower running. She looked at the clock and saw that it...
I rap lightly on the door, three times, to signal it's me. The door creaks open, and I walk in, closing it behind me. I glance around quickly, and as usual two glasses of red wine are waiting, a bottle chilling on ice, a selection of exotic fruits and cheese are displayed on a wooden board, food for the gods. I still can't believe my good fortune. The ritua...
Scene opens on Carrie, languishing in a claw foot tub. Her legs are glistening as she raises each out of the water to run a soapy hand down their length. Sunlight streams through the window near her, surrounding he in a golden aura of soft light. Cut to shot from behind the tub, we see her long dark hair moist from the steam draped over the back of the tub....