My plans for tonight are special. Knowing you are not at home, I primp. I work out, iron to chest, sweat dripping, blood pulsing through my veins, flushed chest, not for the last time today. I spend the afternoon preparing. Long stemmed roses, strawberries, chocolate, and dark red wine. My home is prepared, flowers on the table, wine glasses ready, finger f...
The afternoon commuter train was packed. If I hadn't been in such a rush I would have skipped this train and waited for another where standing room only wasn't an issue. Ah well. Sigh. It could be worse. The women with the pointy bag jabbing into my back might get off at the next stop. The boy with the too loud Ipod might run out batteries, and Hello, who is...
Last summer Judy and I decided to take our 26' cuddy cabin on a cruise along the coastal/intercoastal water way from Tampa through the keys to Jacksonville...we planned on a three week trip. We decided to take one of my good friends, Wayne with us. He was going to bring a girl from his office building, Jean. Jean was going to have to leave us early since she...
I sit on the kitchen bench as he makes coffee, making light conversation I watch his slim body move around looking for spoons and cups. It's very early, just past five am. I am awake because I heard him leave his room, he because he needs to go to work. I sit there in my t-shirt and panties, aware they are getting wetter as I begin to fantasise but he soon p...
Chapter 2: Enjoying the Sunset The clasp snaps shut and echoes in Laura's small cabin. She keeps her eyes downcast but can see the familiar leash with two additional lengths of leather and two more clasps. Laura feels the flutter in her stomach intensely as she rises to follow her master. Sami curls the leash around his fist as he leads his first slave out...
Hello all, I wish to relate a true experience which occurred not too long ago. Given the intimate nature of this experience and the fact that an aspect of my private life will be open to public scrutiny, I trust you will all appreciate my desire to remain anonymous...but that doesn't mean that you can't write to me with your comments, criticisms, etc. P...
Continuing Yes, Sir...thanks for the plot line, babe. * He woke up before her. His arm was draped over her, holding her close, their naked bodies warm together even with the cool night breeze coming in through the window. He pressed his lips to her shoulder before kissing her neck. She stirred a little, but didn't wake. "Time to go again, bitch," he whisp...
Kristy shifted her body under the covers as she quickly thumbed through the familiar pages of the girlie magazine she clutched in her hands, illuminated by the soft rays of her bedside lamp. She knew the contents of this magazine by heart for she’d had it hidden under her mattress for the past several months, stolen from her father’s nightstand stash. One da...
I've always loved wrestling. Ever since I was small, I loved it. Even now, at the age of 22, I like to watch it. Call me sad, but I like it. It's a bit of fun. Of course, wrestling is not exactly a sport, but the way those athletes put their (fine) bodies on the line is nothing short of brilliant and I commend them for that. It might all be fake, but it's fu...
Constable Benton Fraser of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police stepped into a dark chamber inside the Canadian Consulate. Walking beside him in the darkness was his boss, Margaret. She was a tall, attractive brunette in her mid-thirties. Fraser and her had been working together for awhile. As time went by, their working relationship took a turn for the romanti...