Masturbate for Me I couldn't sleep. I lay awake in bed, trying to will myself into a deep slumber, but I couldn't manage it. It was already one in the morning, but my body wasn't the least bit tired. I knew I should be. I knew I'd be tired the next day if I didn't sleep soon. But I had too much energy right now. I sighed. I might as well get out of bed. Sta...
Clark pulled his scarf tighter against the snow flurries carried on the icy wind off the Alpine lake. Hallstatt, Austria, was normally a picturesque tourist delight, but all he'd wanted to do was pass through until the ancient two-door Skoda started shuddering, telling him that, one way or another, he wasn't making it to Linz anytime soon. Now he just hoped...
I hated working Sundays, especially after what had happened over the past five days, ever since I walked into the bar to be confronted by a distraught Adele. Yet again, I envied Jade, as she innocently slept that extra couple of hours, but I also enjoyed the fact that her tits were poking just over the top of the duvet. I thought about treating myself to an...
* Firstly, apologies for not writing again sooner. I hope its worth the wait. Reading chapter three of Jade's Special Day would help before reading this, but not essential. * For at least a month after Jade played the part of my slave for the day, we were still enjoying the aftershocks of such an erotic and naughty game, fucking more regularly than usual...
It's taken all my nerve to make this appointment with the photographer. He specializes in what his internet ad called 'boudoir photos'. I have read enough women's love novels to know a boudoir is just a sexy word for bedroom. Plus, the picture in the advert showed a classy, attractive lady laying back on a bed wearing a beautiful, silk negligee. Let me tel...
Well over a year ago now, my parents decided to move into one of those assisted living places, or retirement homes if you will. I was a little surprised by that when they did, but after seeing the brochures and such where they'd be living, I could certainly understand why. My folks had done very well for themselves. Dad had owned his own business (which I w...
Angela had propped open the attic door, dust lazily floated down on her as the ladder slid down to the floor. She peered up and her face turned into that of concern, it was too dark to see in the attic and she feared of anything small crawling around in there. Thankfully, there was a flashlight laying around on the hallway table. She tested the device in her...
Heather Hawthorne walked silently with her daughter Ella through Woodlawn Cemetery towards the headstone. It was a chilly late-October day in the Bronx, and the rain had only let up an hour or so earlier. Heather hated cemeteries as much as she hated hospitals, and felt a little uneasy as she and her daughter made their way towards the headstone. She knew...
Clementine was in the kitchen of 'M's house preparing some afternoon coffee. She was dressed in early 1950's style with a patterned circle skirt and sheer blouse over a slip, bra, garter belt and vintage stockings with nice shiny black leather open-toe pumps. She wore no makeup except for some lipstick and her jewelry was limited to some tasteful dangly earr...
Sally Liebowitz hummed a tune as she walked down East 53rd st. It was a beautiful Friday afternoon and she was on her way to have dinner with her Grandmother. Actually she was several hours early for her usual Friday Dinner but it was such a beautiful spring afternoon she had skipped a boring lecture at the City University. One of the conditions her parent...