AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a fun piece that I've been toying with on and off for years. What would happen if the characters in a story got to critique the author's work? And what would their private life be like, when the writer isn't writing? The only way to find out is with another story-within-a-story, as you'll see. This tale won't give you any orgasms, but...
I have this friend Bob. He's in his early 50s and lives in a large house with pool and spa. Bob called and asked me if I wanted to come over for a little get together. "There will be three good-looking ladies and five or six guys coming over. The ladies liked to party in a sexy way and could be persuaded to do almost anything." "Anything?" "Yes anything....
As in any vocation, levels of competence differ between different sex workers. In respect of competence at her work, Sara excelled. Like many other escorts, she advertised herself on the internet, with photographs of her scantily clad body and a brief description of her character and specialist services repeated across a number of different escort pages – a...
Let me start from the beginning. My name is Daniel. I am 25 year old white guy living here in Seattle. My interest in BDSM started before puberty. I didn't know what is was but whenever I saw someone tied up in a movie or TV I pretended it was me. It didn't matter if it was a man or woman. I usually imagined I was naked or dressed in woman's clothes. It didn...
Still half-asleep, I purred happily when I heard the curtains being drawn. I could hear the sound of rain beating against the outside of the window, but the poor weather was the last thing on my mind. Still barely able to believe my luck, I slid my hand down the side of my smooth thigh, delighting in the silkiness of my skin. I drifted my hand across the edg...
Their first encounter had been well planned. Since Kim and her master had already corresponded via email for some time and even chatted on the phone, they knew they were ready for the real thing at last. Master Jim had booked the hotel room, stocked it with liquor, then went to the spacious lobby. He sat down and nonchalantly set the room key on the adjoini...
On Sundays he always wore panties. If he planned on spending the afternoon alone, he'd get out and wear the rest of the clothes – pantyhose, pumps, a skirt, blouse, bra and a slip – but either way – women or men's clothes – he always wore a pair of women's panties on Sunday. It was a little strange, but it aroused him and at the same time, at least he'd tell...
A little something for my fans as they wait on other projects to finish up. Hope everyone is having a great new year so far! "Let me get this straight. You want to book me for New Year's Eve at the stroke of midnight." "Right." "But I have some killer party plans. How bout we meet earlier?" "I'm sorry. It has to be midnight. I'll double your rate. Tr...
Dear Shoeblossom: I go into Master Marv's room, worried because I know he's upset with me—I'm a bad slave, and deserve to be punished. I'm 28 and he's 56, and a City Alderman. I'm wearing my drop-seat pink Dr. Denton footie pajamas, and Gramps looks very displeased with me. "Nipper" he says, as I climb in his lap, "You've been touching yourself and havi...
Joyce Randall's cell phone rang. She raced across the bedroom, the towel flapping about her mature body. She cursed as she noted the name of the caller, Ex-husbeast. Stealing her nerves for the battle that was sure to come, she hit the answer button. "Yes, Jason, what is it now?" she demanded. "I'm running a bit late. Work has been frantic this week," Joyce...