People who know me would probably describe me as a mild, down-to-earth, sensible chick with a wild streak at times. Of course, this wild streak is embodied by my disregard for what others think of me and my love for driving fast cars and taking my Harley out in search of a little trouble on a Friday night. As far as my family and most of my co-workers know,...
A week passed with Steve diligently gathering information on nipple piercing. Much of his research was on the internet. He visited countless sites and saved links to the few he thought Nina might want to see. He also shopped for non-piercing nipple jewelry and bought several items. Wishing to keep any momentum he'd gained on the piercing subject he paid for...
"I can't wait! I'm so excited!" she exclaimed as he drove them down the highway. This was his first trip to the piercing parlor, and she'd decided she was going to make it extra special for him. "Should I be excited or nervous?" he asked, raising one eyebrow. "Don't worry, darlin', I told you... you're going to love it! I'll be surprised if you don't cum...
I started calling tattoo and piercing parlors after we hung up the phone this morning, and I found one in Orlando who sounded promising. It was Dungeon's Tattoos, owned by Master Michael. I had to ask carefully about what I wanted to know because all the kids were around me, but we managed to communicate well enough for me to find out it would be $35 for the...
I had thought about getting it done for a long time. I was nervous, but I knew that if I told anyone, they'd easily talk me out of it. So I decided I was going to do it for me, because I wanted it. I'm a fairly average girl. I'm about five foot seven, boobs approximately a C cup, slim but at least I have hips. Long dark wavy hair, brown eyes. Nothing specia...
Erotic Writing Process For Harrad Redux * It all started on a popular Website with one of those bulletins that Friends send out to their network. U+ME+MY ROOM =???? "WE'RE LOCKED UP IN MY ROOM FOR TWENTY-FOUR HOURS & WE COULD DO WHATEVER YOU WANTED, WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH ME? TELL ME IN MY INBOX... CUZ ITS A SECRET... THEN REPOST THIS IN YOUR BULLETIN.....
Over the next several weeks, my wife, Lori, took me to the edge my required nine times a day and left me frustrated. How could I complain? I had asked for this. As the days turned to weeks, a strange thing happened. I slowly began to accept my situation. I still had a great desire to orgasm, but it began to be less important than making sure my wife was sati...
Swallowtail is a novel that traces the narrator's gradual acceptance of submission. Previously: after submitting our narrator to a series of challenges, the mysterious Dex falls off the radar. Our narrator sets about finding her and eventually does, at her piercing studio. *** Chapter 5 -- The owning of it I'm sitting in my office, blind to the work on t...
It's two years from now, you've just moved in, you've been back in Ottawa for just over a year, and we've been "officially" together for about 10 months. We keep having the same silly little argument - you want to buy me an engagement ring, and I keep telling you I just want a wedding band . . . You're standing in the kitchen on a Sat morning, the kids are...
I often wonder how I get myself into these situations. I am not a bad guy. I just seem to find myself in the wrong place at the wrong time. I am a 30 year old married man. I have a wonderful wife and two kids with another on the way. I own a horse ranch and make my money buying and selling. I could be described as a modern day cowboy. I am considered handsom...