The swift open and close of the heavy, wooden bedroom door woke me. I stretched, lazily, yawning widely and leaned over to check the time. 10pm exactly, the same time she always came into me. I had been living with her for about 2 months, and every Friday night I paid for my room and expenses. She sauntered over to my bed, her high heels plodded softly on th...
We had gone out last night, to celebrate at a bar where the music is always to our taste and the entertainment is guaranteed, live band, live singers and impersonators of Elvis and Tom Jones, always a damn good night. It was Master's birthday and the drinks were flowing like the Big Muddy. As usual, I couldn't sit still, dancing the night away while he spli...
"Hey bartender, can I get another drink?" Brian asked, over the noisy bar. The bartender, a petite brunette, walked over and cleared the empty, and replaced it with a fresh beer in one swift motion. "This is for you." he said, as he laid a five dollar bill on the bar. She took the bill, and stuffed it in the tip jar. Brian took a sip, and surveyed the room,...
It was a terrible week at work. The markets had taken their toll, so my colleagues and I went out for a few after-work drinks to commiserate over our losses. Four rounds later, Dave picked up the phone and made a call. After a brief conversation, he tossed a few bills on the table. “Going home?” asked Jim. “Making a little detour first,” replied Dave. “I n...
They say life begins at 40. Well, for me, my sex life began at 43. Now, that's not quite true – my husband and I started having sex (first for each of us) back when we were dating in college. But in the last year, my sex life has taken a hard – very hard -- turn for the better. Two things set the foundation for the change: after three children, my body w...
That night, Cristina took me home, escorted me to my apartment, and bid me good-night. Rejected once again in my attempt to offer my body for use, I cried myself to sleep - but only after bringing myself to helpless, overwhelming orgasm, imagining that the dinner party had ended instead with my repeated rape by each of the masters present. The next few days...
This part of the story picks up where Chapter 1 left off. Please feel free to let me know what you think. * A few hours later, Bitsy heard the light step of one of Stuart's maids on the stone steps. She had spent the last few hours cursing herself a hundred times a fool. To her shame, away from the king's mesmerizing influence, she was able to focus on wha...
Many thanks to WindySwimming and shygirlwhore for correcting grammar and spelling. I am living in Germany and I forgot some things in English since school and university. It is possible that some parts are cumbersome and not completely on the point. ***** I wrote it down some weeks after it happened to end this chapter for me. Before I deleted it, I decide...
"Elegant, classy, prim and proper." Those were the words used most often to describe Nancy. Married fifteen years, Nancy and I had reached a little "staleness" in our marriage. The love was certainly there but the sexual excitement had waned. Recently though, at my initiation, the subject of sexual fantasies was discussed, though not in great detail. I took...
Chapter 4. Joe's Therapist Works After Hours Imagine that your husband writes you a beautiful poem. It is hand lettered on Japanese rice paper in traditional Japanese characters. . . . You ask him what it means. His eyes tear up. "It loses all its meaning when it is translated into English," he tells you. In fact, the characters themselves have multiple me...