2 a.m. She should be asleep. 2 a.m. A final exam in a mere seven hours. Her last final exam to be exact. And then she'd be free. Only she couldn't sleep. She wandered through the living room, and saw his light was still on. Hrm, he can't sleep either huh? Might as well head over. Can't hurt. She knocked, softly, just in case he had gone to bed and forgot t...
She couldn’t help but touch herself. Her hand had disappeared beneath her shorts and her fingers were now sliding against hot, wet sex. What she read was nothing short of amazing. He had a way with words that stimulated all of her senses, making her tingle deep down inside. Her body came alive and her vivid imagination took over when his stories arrived. At...
The following is a work of fiction. If reading it will get you in trouble, please don't. (M/f, light sm) Copyright 2001 by Yvie. Please send me feedback and give me story ideas! * * * * * My boyfriend and I had just gotten back from a night out. I was 18, and he was 25: we went to clubs often, though sometimes we preferred to go out with friends. We went t...
As I look back at the first decade of the new millennium, I can't help but have conflicted feelings. Of course, I have no idea how history will describe this decade but I like the ring and connotation of calling them the naughts. Naughts, a convenient pun as in, naught any jobs, naught any peace, or naught any closer to saving our Mother Earth. In America t...
It has been less than two hours since it was announced that Senator Barak Obama had been elected the next President of the United States of America. It has been a most interesting two hours. There are few moments in one's life when one knows that one has just witnessed history which truly matters. Not the history of losing the Super Bowl on the one yard...
In the manner of Gregory Maguire, who provided us with a version of the childhood standard The Wizard of Oz through the eyes of the "wicked" witch, I have re-written my favorite BDSM story, Both Master and Slave, written by Martin Sharpe (published in 2001 by Silver Moon Books in Great Britain), from the point of view of the submissive, rather than the Maste...
My life as a teen was not the greatest. In fact it often had more downs than ups, but for better or for worse Mario Gallagher and I chose to be married in the Edwardsville courthouse in Madison County IL. On July 26th, we said our "I do's" but no one asked about love or anything of the like. He married me because he wanted his freedom, and me? Perhaps it was...
I don't know what woke me, it may have been the dawn breaking through the window, it may have been the delicate aroma of her perfume or it may have been the softness of her breast under my hand. What ever it was, it was causing my libido to dance through fields of lust. Her back was to me and I could tell she was still asleep by the rhythmic cadence of her b...
Colin was a smart guy. He was taking his Master's degree in physics during the time in which this story is set. He had dark brown hair that was thick and tickled his emerald eyes from underneath his black-rimmed glasses. He did not have a particularly muscular build, yet he was not fat. Sort of, average, in a way. He lived in a two-bedroom apartment building...
"Okay, take off your clothes and let me have a good look at you." I was standing in Dr. Rojas medical office aboard ship preparing to undergo a preemployment physical examination. I had passed the blood and urine tests for drug use and sexually transmitted diseases a few weeks earlier. Dr. Rojas was not only the ships medical officer, but also the ships c...