Chapter 4: Erotic Dress On A Long Weekend Together Authors Note - Please read "The Beginning..." and "The Dream Continues" series. They may you understand this tale. A few weeks later we knew that we could spend a long weekend together. We began to plan. I had to give the keynote address at an international conference, but elected find my own accommodation...
Authors Note – Please read “The Beginning……..” and “The Dream Continues” series. They may you understand this tale. We were bathing when she told me how the whole afternoon developed after she woke. She knew immediately where she was. She says that I was snoring lightly a few feet away, and that told her that we were at a wonderful hotel in a waterside s...
Mr. Smith called me into his office. "Shut the door Miss Wick," he said as I entered. Dutifully I closed the door behind me, my thumb pressed into the knob to lock it. It was a quick and well-practiced motion that I was used to. "Have a seat," he said, motioning to the chair opposite him. I perched on the edge of my seat, attentive and ready for his orde...
The rest of the afternoon was consumed with naps and a stroll to the falls. There's a spot on the Canadian side where you can pretty much guarantee the mist will get you and it was well populated as it was a ninety five degree day. Everyone wanted to catch some of the cooling mist. The attire You had chosen for me for this escapade was a lightweight pale tur...
Somehow, the scents on the breeze always seem more insistent, more vivid, at night. This evening was no exception. The air was redolent with the throat-tickling sweetness of night-blooming jasmine, and the bright tendrils of moonlight did nothing to cut the close, humid miasma surrounding us. I looked up at his sheltered gaze. Even under the black shadow-mas...
This is a follow on from my previous story 'White Collar Love' but it isn't a requirement that you read that story first to read this one! I'm new to writing hetero scenes so hope you enjoy! ***** Jenny had worked for Tim for over a year and while she knew he eye fucked her more or less every morning, he had yet to make an advance and she was okay with tha...
It was a dream. The music was of flutes and pipes. It came from nowhere, and at the same time from everywhere. The air shimmered and crystal motes flowed through the light mists. The floor was a vast expanse of marbled light blue and lavender, the walls a creamy white. The ceilings reached to an eternity of black with the swirls of stars and moon dust. B...
First off I want to thank TRCIII for help with editing. Secondly for those who enjoyed my first writing, "Don't Bet on It", this is a bit of a continuation. If you haven't read it, you might want to. It helps to know some of the character. Finally, thanks for reading my work and all comments are welcomed and appreciated. Enjoy... ---------------------------...
I was working in what passes for an office in the back of the house, ghost writing a paper for some Ph.D Chinese chemist in Nashville. Claire was in France at a conference of some sort, so I had the house to myself for a week or so. Then the phone rang and everything changed. "Allo, Jack." It was Luce, the Ph.D. psychologist. I guess I was expecting the cal...
The Delivery - In which a parcel is signed for, and the postie helps with handling. I knocked on the security door with one hand while I held the box with the other. The main door was open, and through the mesh came the persistent throb of bass driven music. Just a moment! was called down the stairs. From what I could see of inside it was a fairly tidy...