Dee Dee’s Story We slept for hours on Saturday afternoon. We had all dozed off after making love for the first time knowing we could get pregnant. It never occurred to me that the act of sex can be so intensified by that knowledge. I don’t know when I’ve wanted to make love so much before. Well, Wednesday evening, the first time Andrew and I were together...
"Angel on her knees" Angela, my sister in submission, was coming over for the weekend. She and Master had been working together for nearly two months during which time I had not seen or heard from her. Master wanted to work with her without distraction. At first I was a little jealous, but I had no reason to be. Master spent the majority of his time with me...
Author's Note: Thank you to all who stayed with this series over the weeks. Sorry for the overall slow lead into the sex, but I wanted to try something a bit different this time. Be sure to leave some feedback, as detailed as possible (if anyone is so inclined), so I know what to carry over for future stories and what I should work on. Again, thank you all....
Jack relaxed and turned over onto his side while laid out on a hardwood floor. He was clearly home again since his floor normally acted as his bed in his unfurnished apartment. He felt the smooth hard surface and then remembered his apartment was carpeted. He heard a metallic click. His eyes flew open. He looked up and muttered, "Shit." A bright ceiling li...
A Second Chance : Does Our Past Really Matter? There is very little sex in this story. Thanks to 'Techsan' for editing my story. * There I was at the dinner table with my new girlfriend sitting next to me. She had come over to meet some of my family for the first time. She had met mom and dad many times. They love her almost as much as I do. I think they...
His hands glided slowly up over the flatness of my belly, teasing me and sending waves of pleasure through me. Then, as he cupped the firm swells of my breasts, he kissed the side of my neck, flickering his tongue against the sensitive flesh along the side of it to send sparks of fiery sensation surging up my spine. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I st...
The trip from Sydney to LA is a long one. Even riding up front with the better seats, after six or seven hours--about half way--I started thinking about a ordering a wheelchair to take me through the terminal after we arrived. When you added the time spent standing in line and riding the connection to my home, I usually got to my front door beat, interested...
Dina and myself finally went to sleep about 2 that morning. The entire time she was laying on her side with her head rested on my chest. We took this time prior to falling asleep to talk about what had happened and the fun we had. She really opened up herself emotionally and I felt a bond with her that I could have never imagined before. In return, I began o...
Attention Readers: This is a continuation of the MEXICO CRUISE story, chapters 1-6. To understand the upcoming story it would help greatly to read the previous story. This is Bob and what happens next is the fruits of what was sewn on our cruise to Mexico. It's been a few months since my last entry but my lovely wife reads these first and adds comments as we...
My name's Patricia, and I'm fifty. That's the way they start those meetings isn't it? Alcoholics Anonymous and all those other 'I don't want to be that, but I am' kind of groups? You get the gist—I don't want to be fifty, but I am. It's like some kind of disease, this aging thing. A nasty, ugly disease that you can't do anything about. Oh, I could have my...