The road to your villa feels especially lonely tonight. Just what is this loneliness I'm feeling now? Is it just that I've disappointed both you and myself with my outburst? Is it simply the blues? Am I missing my wife? This is the first time since meeting you that I've felt so depressed. I've been too busy being more turned-on than ever before in my life....
"I knew you would, baby. I knew you'd be my perfect little toy the moment you said you subbed. My perfect, pretty, nasty little slut toy. All mine." Her tone said everything about her. Eve knew from their conversations that Alyson was controlling, strict, and relentless. But now she was beginning to understand that the older woman was also possessive, jealou...
Laura McNallen was headed off to make the deal of a lifetime. She had inherited a family company that was one of thousands of beltway bandit concerns peddling tech of one degree of usefulness or another to US defense and clandestine branches. Being part of the constant graft as business, lobbiest as weapons crowd cost Laura any illusions about how her nation...
Helen is my wife, she is a very womanly woman, she was a brunette with thick dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Her skin was sallow and tanned easily. Her figure was not slim but satisfyingly ample as a woman should be with shapely generous breasts and wide hips. The day I found out about her infidelity I really was hopping mad. Afterwards we rowed for a...
This is my first attempt at writing something like this, i decided to go ahead when a friend of mine heard my thoughts and she told me she would like to read them... ======================== I want you to come and find a note that says "wear this and only this....then come down into the cellar"....'this' is a leather collar...with shaking hands you undress...
Nikki walked in the door, two bags of groceries in her arms, expecting to hear the din of the television and find her husband and kid at home. Instead there was silence. She walked through the house, with her boot heels clicking in the hardwood floors. "Todd? Anyone home?" Nothing. Laying on the dining room table was a note sitting next to a leather dog co...
Gerd loosened off and then untied the ropes that bound my wrists and ankles. I rubbed the marks where the flesh had been heavily indented by their tight constriction, sitting at his booted feet now as he watched me. He clipped a leather leash to my collar. "Whenever you are leashed you will remain on all fours unless told otherwise, is that understood boy?"...
This is the first three of possibly more chapters of a series of very short stories that share a common cast (usually) and theme, more like a series of vignettes than one story. If there are future sections written I plan to repeat the first chapter to set the stage, then jump right into the new material. Ch I Things couldn't have been any better, it was F...
The Marquis Sébastien La Roque stood near the soft crackle of the fire, armored and draped in a black cloak which fell like velvet sin from his broad shoulders. Leather clad fingers tugged at the greying hair of his chin as his eyes traveled the rises, curves, and valleys of the delectable female flesh at his feet. As his stormy blue eyes caught hers, she qu...
A woman awaits her company upon her reading chair. She sips cold wine and relaxes in her home. The novel The Silence Of The Lambs lies open in her hands. Her silk robe provides just enough warmth to contrast the cool air steadily entering her nostrils. The door to her apartment jingles as the lock is disengaged. Her husband enters and is home from work. He...