Author's Note: This story is dedicated to my friend, muse, and co-conspirator, Just Plain Bob. Without the inspiration of his "Becoming A Slut Wife" series... well, you get the idea. You guys might want to hold your applause 'til the end on this one. Otherwise, you might get the wrong idea.... *** Puppy-dog eyes. Yeah, that's it; puppy-dog eyes. That was...
I had finally moved into the apartment with Jennifer; it had taken a few days to move all of my stuff out and into her place. We had to use A U-Haul truck, and I really had gotten lucky that a friend of mine was willing to help pay for the truck, because otherwise I would have been shit' out of luck. In any case, I was officially' moved into the apartment no...
July 4 Marcus has been busy. Maggie asked me to move some of my clothes to the spare bedroom closet so Marcus wouldn't have to make the long drive back to Northern Virginia every night as he's now sleeping with my wife on our matrimonial bed a couple times a week. They have asked me not to watch them having sex any longer but in the spare bedroom I can he...
The next couple of months flew by. Ember took to her new role quickly. And why shouldn’t she? I paid her two grand a week just for breathing. Hey, I know it sounds like a lot, but consider the alternative. I know you already know what I'm talking about. Our problems had healed as completely as the bruise on Ember's cheek. She merrily went about the business...
Day One 10:07am exactly I stepped off the bus onto the exclusive resort of "Fetish Island", really it was a nickname for the Bare Bottom Hotel on Sicily because it catered to a rather exclusive clientele. The lobby was filled with interesting looking people, although Bare Bottoms is considered a nudist resort, Fetish Island was filled with people wearing......
I admit it. I like kicking people in the teeth, especially people that do me wrong. Of course, I couldn't directly talk to Lindsey Talbot, even though technically she was my client. No, what I had Jason did would break several clauses in my employment contract with my firm, and could possibly lead to my disbarment for unethical behavior. But the way I saw it...
I suggest that the reader take this series in order. At least read the introduction to the first story to get the background of both me and my stories. Thanks. And thank you also for the positive feedback so far. It is much appreciated. ***** Doug and I had sex two more times, the first times for me since my husband had passed two years before. I loved it...
As I pulled out my floggers for tonight's scene my hands caressed the long black leather strips. I gripped the rigid handle and tugged on the loops to make sure they were sound. I inspected each flogger for damage and cleanliness. Knowing I would find none, as they were meticulously taken care of. While I laid them on the bed next to the rope and cuffs I co...
Part 1 — The Sting of The Lash Carla knocked and entered. She saw her friend Brandy sitting on the couch, dressed in her terrycloth bathrobe. "Hi," she said brightly, putting her magazine down. Brandy waved her to a seat. "Hi, yourself," she replied as she sat. "Am I interrupting something? It's two in the afternoon and you're still in your housecoat...
At dusk he came down from the mountain. The mountain moon followed close behind him; like an excited puppy, the planet's satellite played hide-and-seek with the ridgetops. As the last rays of the already-sunken sun spread themselves flat against the bottoms of the western clouds, the bearded man passed from upland pine into the riparian domain of hemlock and...