Arthur calculated how quickly he could tap the park bench beneath him. He had developed an arsenal of games to play with himself when he was bored. He would stop drumming his fingers against the wood with every passerby, shifting his eyes nervously away from idle mothers, children, and joggers. He resisted an urge to shiver. It was cold for autumn. He wishe...
Tess always loved playing games and taking on roles. Even as a kid she realized the power and freedom that came from pretending. As she got older, of course, this filtered into many aspects of her personality. Sexually speaking, she found that her propensity for play challenged many lovers, confounded and confused more than a few. Tess had certainly found...
Dear Reader, The fact that you're seeing these words means that I can count you as one of my readers, so let me take this opportunity to say, "Thank You." We writers write because we have to, because the story ideas bounce around in our heads until they begin to coalesce and the characters start talking to each other and finally we've got to get them out of...
The second time is always nerve wracking but this is no ordinary 'second time'. Who would have thought after 'that sunny afternoon' we would be meeting so soon -- and the meeting this time, would take place in....The Hamptons! I have just arrived at the East 34th Street heliport about to hop on a Helicopter bound for East Hampton. I have done some crazy thin...
I sat in the soft leather club chair taking in the details of the office and the beautiful blond sitting across from me as I waited for her instructions. She was very tall though most of her length was in her legs. They were hard to ignore, sheathed in a nude-look nylon with a subtle seam—they probably had those dark toe and heel reinforcements too--and ac...
Lord Ruvano was quick to exert his influence over the stunned royal court. They were soon jumping to his orders as if he were the king. Under his instruction, I was quickly removed to one of the king's chambers and given opportunity to clean and make myself more presentable. I still felt cold and had blankets pulled around my shoulders as I hunkered down in...
Molly Bergen was dying. She'd been told a few months ago that her lung cancer had entered the final stage and there was nothing modern medicine could do except make her as comfortable as possible. Molly wasn't afraid; in fact she awaited her end with a mixture of relief and anticipation. She was 67 years old, in poor health and with no family to live for aft...
"My mom won it in a jitterbug contest when she was 20," she said, "and mom would never sell it." The older plump lady said to me, "My mom loved this old thing. She'd sit behind the wheel and remember when she was young and she was single, then put it back into the garage and it would sit there for another month." She laughed, "My dad cursed it because it ran...
The Next Day Sherri nerves were on fire the next morning. She couldn't keep her mind on her work and kept having to redo her paperwork. She was wondering what was in the package that Lord Royal wanted her to pick up and, to make matters worse, her pussy began to send out unexpected tingles periodically as though it had a will of its own. It was responding t...
She lives on a busy inner city street in an apartment that looks over one of the more bohemian places in the area. Her second floor home is close to everything a mid-twenties modern woman would want; good takeaway food, good coffee from the many cafes and bars and nightclubs galore (some good, some dire). She had a few friends close by and many more in the s...