On first reading, many have thought that this story is one of female domination - but is it? Happy to hear any thoughts of comments you may care to offer. ***** The man frowned as the shrill tone of the telephone punctured his concentration. He had been deeply lost in the problem on his computer screen. He snatched up the phone and paused to ensure that h...
This is our second date. On our first you surreptitiously groped my bum when we first met outside the bar. We chatted for hours and eventually, under the influence of cocktails and stout, turned into horny teenagers. You even chanced slipping your hand down my pants as we kissed on Waterloo Bridge. I'm coming to your flat for dinner instead of meeting you...
So finally we meet. God, you are even more radiant and exuding that perfume that I only have heard about so far. Your Irish eyes crinkle and sparkle with mischief as you smile at me, taking in my gauche nervousness. "Nervous, boy?" you ask me teasingly. I try and laugh it off, blushing furiously. But you are so unlike the vision I have gotten used to. You...
You stand before me, hands behind your back, awaiting instruction attentively. I gesture in a way you understand. You unhook your bra, slide off your panties and hand them to me. I inhale the warm undergarments, kiss them, then set them aside. I step closer, grip you firmly by your upper arms and lower my head onto your throat, just under your collar. My li...
I'm at work, it's after hours. You call and say you're bored and need to get out of the house. "Can I come up there?" you ask. Of course. Fifteen minutes later, you walk in. The place is dark but you see my desk in the corner is all lit up. I've been working feverishly until now. I stop and watch you saunter over. Still in your work clothes: a smart business...
Ten years earlier... 8:13 am. A police cruiser is double parked in front of the twenty-two-story Marriott hotel at Broadway and Market Streets in downtown St. Louis. From my fourteenth-floor office across the street, I can see two tiny figures emerge from the car and walk with purposeful strides toward the entrance. The officers disappear into the hotel lob...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Dakota Kai or Tegan Nox or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. * Tegan Nox knew this was a mistake, she just couldn't help herself. Up until recently Dakota Kai had been the best friend she'd ever had, practically a sister to her. Or at le...
As usual, the Clarks' home on a Sunday morning was a bustle of activity. As Greg sat at the kitchen table reading a book to his two year old son Martin, his wife Gina ran back and forth, getting herself together for church, and trying her best to ignore their five year old daughter Shelly's proactive whining about attending Sunday School. "But...I'll miss t...
You stand in the darkness, aware of the mass of the wall in front of you, unable to work out whether it is an inch or six from your cute nose. Your senses are heightened with the restriction of sight, feeling the strands of carpet between your toes, the chill of the slightly cold room on your naked body. Your body aches to be touched, you swear you can still...
We each work, but you drives against the traffic, and I drive with it. We both drive about twelve miles each way. You get off work at four o'clock; I don't get off until five. The direction you drive means you'll usually get home ninety minutes before I do. Tonight I was caught in traffic and you beat me by almost two full hours. We love each other. I don't...