The world was dark and eerily silent. All around her rose massive buildings of stark grey steel, stone, and glass. There were no lights, there was no sound. The usual bustle of the city, the cars, the people, the birds, even the wind had no place here. It was as if they never were here, as if they had never existed. In spite of the stark and hard world aroun...
Standing behind Penny, also gave me a good view of my laptop screen and the video window that showed her husband James, sat naked, in a chair, in their bedroom, his hand gripping his erect cock, waiting, in anticipation as to what would unfold before his eyes, between his wife Penny and I, in my hotel room. Up until this point, my hands had been enjoying ca...
(It was 1892 and I, David Shaw, then aged 19 joined 'Maynard and Son, Purveyors to Gentlewomen and the Aristocracy' on Upper Richmond Road, Putney. The job involved providing 'underskirt services' to single women. This was my fourth day with the firm) *** The next morning, following my evening at the pub with Tim, I kept wondering what other engagements I...
Slowly her hair fell across the bed, her body shifting slightly across bloodred silk sheets, the velvet soft curve of a milky white leg, thrown carelessly across her lover's own. A soft and gentle sigh left half parted lips as her body turned towards his, slowly, sensually, though she slept on. Blue eyes opened, tussled bedroom mussed hair fell to his shoul...
We are dancing, slowly, at the masquerade ball. You, in the outfit I bought for you in my travels....a beautiful Chinese red silk dress, high at the neck, and cut just above the knees. Close-fitting but sophisticated. A vision of smouldering sensuality, you turn more heads than any woman in the room. You have worn the open-toed heels, also red, with the ankl...
Topping the ridge trail at 11,000 feet the forest dropped away and I could see far off through the mountains into North Carolina in one direction and into Tennessee in the other. I consulted my map and headed down in search of the bear-proof shelter where I planned on spending the night and after about a half hour I could see its understated shed-like elegan...
Tangled sheets. They twist around her form, pulling tight the promises drifting in her mind, binding her to her bed in ways she never would have imagined and yet never would have divulged the desire. Black silk wraps around her ankle, yielding her slender tarsus from any movement. The succulent shine of silk gleams in the darkness, portraying the vista of...
We've just returned home from dinner, and as I undress, I feel you walk up behind me. Clad only in my bra and panties, I lean back into your embrace. Your strong arms crush me back into you, and you lean down to nuzzle my neck, breathing in the scent of me. I smile and melt into you. Your skin is warm against mine, and your cotton boxers are slightly cool...
The Sequel to "Her First Time." * * * * * Part 1 As my sweet slave Silk brushed my long red hair I smiled to myself as I watched her in the mirror. Silk was not her real name of course, but it suited her very well, that was why I picked that name for her. Her hair was black and wavy and hung down about three inches below her shoulders. Her big green eyes...
It's the feel, I think, more than the appearance. Yes I'm interested in how they look, but I am more interested in the touch. Sure, the cut, the style, how much is covered and how much is revealed are important, but nowhere near as much as the sensations I receive. I get so aroused by simply holding the garment in my hands that sometimes it's nearly impossib...