Hi readers and thanks for the comments on my first submitted story. This one is labeled Ch 01.5 because it's not a sequel but rather the female perspective of the first story. Being a guy I'd appreciate comments and critique from my female readers in particular so I know for the future how I'm doing. Hope you enjoy and please keep commenting! ***** I caugh...
At precisely five minutes to eight I stood outside your bedroom exactly as you had demanded at dinner. I wore exactly what you had commanded, black six inch opened toed "cum fukk me" heels. The black leather garter-belt wrapped my slim waist holding up black seamed silk stockings. Leather cuffs were locked about each wrist and ankle. With moments to spare I...
What is it like being the rebound guy? Well, once you've figured out that you actually are the rebound guy, it's a real bitch. I didn't figure it out until it was clear she wasn't interested anymore. We had met through a mutual friend and had hit it off pretty well. Unfortunately she was only two months off of a four-year relationship with some guy in the Na...
If there was a kind of weather that made her madder than anything else, it was the damned rain. It had started light, falling from somewhere high above the skyscrapers of New York, where she couldn't see the moon most nights, so there'd been no way for Raven to see the clouds rolling in, and now she was running down the street looking for the nearest open do...
I'd set the cruise control but it didn't matter; I could hardly keep my foot off of the accelerator. Every few minutes I would look down and see the speedometer reading 115 to 120 km/hr, the posted speed limit was 100. Once again I would sigh and pull my foot away from the accelerator letting the needle drop back to an acceptable 105. Was I in a hurry? Y...
Thirty years ago, in the freewheeling '70's, casual sex was a lot different than today. Those of you who were there know what I mean. Those of you who have come of age under the shadow of AIDS and HIV cannot understand. There were still serious threats,but nothing that was absolutely life threatening waiting between the legs of your next lover. I'd given co...
Author's Note: This series is divided into two aspects: the story of Aeriel, a female sex slave/submissive, and the story of Arial, a male dominant and misogynist. The portions of Aeriel's story are told in flashbacks, some of which happen in chronological order, but mostly they'll be disjointed. As such, her story is going to be amended with narrative times...
The first time I saw Rose, she was kneeling in a dog run. Her torso was erect. Her hands were cupping around a white and black Jack Russell terrier and Beagle mix named Jack. Her hands were carefully holding the bundle of soft, short fur. The dog was curled into a surrendered ball to accept her petting. The dog head with the small floppy ears seemed very int...
It had been raining incessantly for months. Large dangerous puddles hid out of sight like fiendish hooded phantoms, eager to soak the unwary up to their knees. The persistent precipitation relented occasionally, but it always thundered back in sheets of big oily drops. The rueful inhabitants of Lawrence Cove mumbled and tried to look pleasant, but this wea...
Dalton and I had only been married for about three months when I first noticed something about him I had't seen before. It was a hot day and we were driving down the freeway, the windows were open because we didn't have air conditioning. I was fanning myself and flipping the hem of my skirt up to let the breeze cool my legs. "Why don't you just take your t...