I was in a room with seven men, in a really odd situation. I admit, I'm really not an amazing poker player. I'm not terrible, but certainly my skills aren't world renowned. So why did I decide to join an all male game of strip poker? I certainly could have said no - the other girls decided to leave promptly after the suggestion. But some how the strikingly h...
"Yeah a bet is a bet!" my friend Steve said to my wife. I was awoken from my sleep. I was laying face down. My face was buried in the black leather couch of my game room. I could see a faint light coming through the pillows and my arms covering my face. It was coming from the poker table. I forgot it was poker night, and man was I hammered! Coming out...
We spent the day clothes shopping for me. You seemed to really enjoy it, and you made it bearable for me. I felt self conscious about how I looked, and my lack of fashion sense, but you created an atmosphere of fun and lightheartedness. I felt very grateful towards you, and would have done anything you asked. As we stood by my car to say good by, we held ha...
Shannon was the last of her friends to finally hit that magical 18th birthday, and as such a party was definitely called for. Dozens of people had come round her house for the evening, while her parents stayed away for the weekend. As the clock finally reaches midnight the guests slowly begin to dwindle down, and by half past there's only seven guests, and...
You throw on a red t-shirt and do up your jeans. You know tonight's a big night, lots of chances to make good with the ladies on the floor. You check yourself out in the mirror and figure that you're looking about as good as you're ever going to. You received the unique luxury among the people of your floor through a fluke of paperwork that never got correct...
I watched as Rita and David came into the room. Daddy was watching my reaction to their presence. We both knew I was uncomfortable meeting with them...intimidated by another Domme. He stroked my hair before rising to greet them. "Good morning, Rita," He said with a smile. "Hello, David." David gave a little wave to me and said hello. "Hello, Alan," Rita r...
Authors note: This is the first chapter of a series, from A to Z. So I hope you enjoy reading it, as much I've enjoyed writing it. And send some feedback about what you liked or didn't like. All comments will be taken in consideration, to improve my writing on the next chapters. I have to thank Adam and Sarah for their help and motivation. The story is tot...
I am a poker player, but not a gambler. Gamblers are people who play blackjack, craps, or the lotto—these people cannot win in the long term. It is a statistical certainty that they will lose; therefore, they are gambling. Good poker players only play those cards that statistically win over the long term; therefore, since I'm in that group, I am not a gamble...
My boyfriend, Jerry, has a weekly poker game with his friends. Each week they hold it at someone else's house. This week it was being held at our house. I typically leave during their game so they can have their "guy time." When I returned five of the guys were still there. They invited me to play a few hands with them. I was surprised to be invited, but I'm...
Another loud roar of laughter erupted from the dining room. Yumi glanced up from her English book for the third time, staring wistfully at the door that connected the kitchen to the more formal dining area. It was "Poker Night" in her exchange family's household. Mrs. Gillespie had abandoned the house for the night, off to see her sister who lived all the wa...