I moved backwards to the bed, crawling up and lying back. Master had taken some items from the closet. I wasn't sure what to expect. We had played many times before. Some have gotten rather rough. But as Master stretched my limits I found myself always wanting, needing to go further. But this time I was scared. I trusted Master with my life. And knowing he w...
Some may think of me as a Mistress, others as a Goddess, but even more importantly than that, I like to think of myself as a teacher to men in need of feminine guidance. Most everyone is familiar with the terms cunnilingus and analingus, respectively, the oral stimulation of the vagina and anus. I would like to introduce what may be a new word to the vocabul...
As you entered the plane, the guy in 10 E caught your eye. Standing in line. Waiting for everyone to move. Damn tourist flight. You meant nothing by checking him out. Just waiting for the line to move. Obviously a business man. Tie and pressed shirt and slacks a dead giveaway on a September flight. You just want to go home after a depressing weekend away at...
Touching is an art. She loves to be my canvas. She was lying on the bed naked, legs slightly apart and arms by her side. Head on a pillow, resting quietly. Soft music played, more for her than to create an ambiance. She watched as I undid my sapphire blue silk tie. My hands gently raising her head as I wrapped my tie around her eyes twice, a sensual blindfo...
***Thanks for all the comments and emails on The Hidden Glade submission, they really keep me going! Feedback is ALWAYS welcome!*** -------------------------------------------------- I was asleep, dreaming of a faceless man. His hands, rough but driving me to madness traveled over my body, touching me in ways no one ever had. I hadn't ever had sex before,...
A quiet neighborhood, with a brick façade, the house was small but well taken care of. As he walked around back to find the key under the stone frog he wondered what time it was. It seemed like after 12 anyway. The house was silent, soft rustling of a rotating fan in kitchen and the smell of cinnamon candles and stale coffee. Stairs creaking under plush carp...
This was my first time writing a story, so feedback would be much appreciated. ***** Part I: Three Reasons My job is getting the hot water flowing and making sure the temperature is ok for our entrance; hers is getting in first and taking care of the fine tuning. I'm not really sure how this arrangement started, especially since it's her shower, but I kno...
To celebrate the pregnancy we decided to take part in an orgy. It was both our first time. We are both very liberal people with our bodies. She is quaint and shy, I'll let you devise how I look in your imagination. I only had in mind to have intercourse in a room with other people doing it too, not joining in any activity as of yet. The signs of a baby hadn'...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: A very quick short story, a teaser really, about a leggy mom and the young man she drives mad with her legs. No sex - yet. More to come, if comments and votes warrant. ***** She slipped into the booth of the crowded restaurant in her skin-tight slacks that ended at the knees. The sexy, dark-haired 49-year old mom had just come from the gym a...
Twenty candles illuminate the room, and a soft bolero emanates from the speakers. I gaze into the near dark, his glistening contours barely visible in the mirror. I step closer. So does he. My eyes slowly adjust, and I see me, staring back. Blue green eyes drinking me in, a closed circuit of self lust. I step closer. Six feet of rock climber, six feet of swi...