The car door slams shut in the driveway as I run the comb through my long black hair, completing the preparations on which I have spent hours as I await my benefactor's return. It is ironic that even though I have spent all day primping, I am wearing almost nothing. To ensure that I remain free, my strategy will be to titillate him so that while I am his gue...
I could see as we approached it that Nicole Dunne's house was large. There seemed to be many additions and renovations to the original design. I didn't know it then but it had all been made possible through inheritance, hard work and also her "counseling" fees. The work had been performed by out of town builders. She had paid them extra for the job to ensure...
((Author's Note -- Please note that this is Adult Erotic Fiction, so should only be read by those who qualify! I seem to have started this story an absolute age ago! It's journey to completion has certainly been interrupted a few times, but I hope that no-one will notice the joins! As with all my work, I like to take some time developing the characters w...
Sweating bullets and ever conscious of her stern academic advisor's disapproving indifference, Tracy moved to the final suggestion on her list of possible topics. "I was thinking I might do my thesis on Slave Yoga," Tracy said. "It's very trendy, and there's a lot of interesting psychological aspects." Tracy's faculty advisor, Dr. Agatha Crush, had dismiss...
It was getting close to 5 pm on Friday afternoon and I was in the process of packing up my desk to sneak out a little early when Rhonda, the head of the Marketing Department, stopped by my office. "I was just talking with Brian and he mentioned that he put you in charge of the Harrisburg Project", said Rhonda. "Yes, I will be the Project Leader," I repli...
-1- Her eyes fluttered open as if in time with the birdsong outside. It took her a moment to remember where she was, that the high ceilings of exposed pine and pulse of chirping insects, that the rising swelter in the morning air could only mean Declan's family lake-house—or, as he and most of his fellow Mainers so quaintly called such a place, "camp." She...
This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters herein described and persons living or dead is purely coincidental – except for the band; they rock. *** The disks sat benignly in a jumble next to me on the bed. Benignly? There was an aura of malevolence about them, like a coiled snake. I wasn't ready to deal with the issue, yet deal...
This story illustrates my most recent tease, denial, and cuckold fantasy told from the woman's point of view. If you dislike stories where the women are strong and dominant and the men serve and are submissive, then go find another story to read and criticize. As I reflect on the last two years, I realize that I'm lucky to have a man in my life that loves...
Author's Note: This story is a sequel to my first story "His Annual Visit." While it is not absolutely necessary to have read it to enjoy this story, there are several references to what had happened during Rick's previous visit. Reading it first may be beneficial to the reader. "Even if nothing happens between us, I am still looking forward to seeing y...
I appreciate your comments and I take them very seriously, probably more than I should. However, this story is already tightly plotted. If you are not enjoying the ride so far, please step out of line. This ride is not for you. ***** Drake House, Zanarkand Raine couldn't breathe. The wedding dress had been an entire size too small to begin with, but...