I have been driving for about two hours now. The steep mountain roads have given way to a flat stretch of highway and I can finally allow myself to relax and indulge in a bit of fantasy about the possibilities of tonight. The sense of excitement that has been gradually building in me all day starts to increase and I can feel myself getting wet as I try to im...
This story builds on my first story "My first submissive." There is little actual sex in this story, but a true submissive will appreciate the perspective. It serves as a set-up for my upcoming series which will describe in detail scenes between me and my boy toys. MissM * * * * So have you been fantasizing about me? Have you been imagining what it would...
Part Two Andy I'd had my suspicions for some time, but I was the kind of guy who buried his head in the sand and hoped it would all just go away. But it didn't go away and then came the day my wife grabbed me by the nape of my neck, jerked my head up out of the sand and confirmed my suspicions. We had just finished dinner on a Wednesday evening and it wasn...
Ryan Heckler was in the middle of one of the coldest winters he had ever been in in Alaska and he had bought all the groceries he could get. It was supposed to get colder still and the after market thermometer in his car told him it was already way below the usual temperatures in these regions. Soon, he would have to park the car and drain the water in the...
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, past or present, is completely coincidental. * Missy had a reputation. She didn't really care though. She'd never cared much for what other people thought of her. Even though she knew those old busybodies at the ladies quilting circle weren't the only ones who gossiped about her. She'd never cared m...
Every Breath You Take 1st September 2012. Intimate surveillance Subject: Sarah Laidlaw D.O.B 19th June 1975 Age &...
Jerking the folded sheet of paper from under the magnet and unfolding it, my hand shook in anticipation. What now? Dad, Gone skiing with Eric. See you soon, Love you, Janie. The stark emptiness of the kitchen closed in on me. I stood there, unable to digest the content of the note. I read it again. Skiing? She doesn’t ski. Eric? Something vibrated insi...
"A good pair of boots is more important to an adventurer than a sword or a gun. And these will serve you quite nicely." Aunt Mirabelle said, stepping back to critically assess me. The boots in question were of sturdy brown leather, and laced up almost to my knees. The soles were heavy and lugged, and at a press of one of the cleverly recessed buttons just a...
This story is my first attempt to write any kind of fiction. I look forward to any feedback in the comments. Also, this first chapter is mostly about setting up the story, so includes a bit of background and takes a bit of time to reach the good stuff. Please bear with it, and the next few stories will be more focused. -------- Tamara was standing there,...
He arrived at three o'clock, punctual, as she knew he would be. Chloe had been in a high state of agitation well before the buzz that signalled his arrival. He had forbidden her to touch herself from the morning and her frantic pre-dawn fingering and dildo play had only heightened the excitement she felt. "Please," she had begged as he entered the flat. "Pl...