I quietly knocked on your door just before I tried the knob. It was unlocked, as I was sure it would be. You always made to sure to leave it unlocked on the early mornings you invited me to visit. Checking the area one last time just to be sure no one could see me since it was still too early by the company policy, I opened the door and slid in. I stood fo...
Liz was bored. It was another Friday, and the date had changed, but the party hadn't. She sat at the end of the stained bar while trying to block out the booze-infused, too-loud voices of those around her. It was the same people, the same conversations, and she knew the rest of the weekend would continue down the same path. Here's to Friday, she thought as...
This takes place at Backstage bar in Portland - it is unique to this location. I am in the upper reserved room, sitting quietly in the dimness of the pool table light. I am sitting so that I can just see between the stairs and door, a small sliver of a viewpoint that I see you come in. I slowly sip my dark Stout beer as I watch you make your way into the r...
He came home to me touching myself. He wasn't expecting it. In fact, he thought we were going shopping or swimming. But instead, I spread myself on the bed, running my fingers over my pussy, drenching it, preparing it. His face has never kept any secrets, and I could see the excitement, followed by a look of anger, intrigue, and ideas. "Bend over," he said...
The only thing my mind seems to register is the steady pounding of my own heart. He's wearing my favorite suit. The navy blue one, with chestnut brown cap toe shoes, and a crisp white button down. He has unbuttoned the top three buttons on his shirt and my fingers are itching to run through the dark hair peeking out. The intensity of his stare frightens me...
"Grace, Sweetheart?" Kathy kind voice urges me awake. "I just want to let you know that Emmett's on his way back from his sleepover." I blink my eyes against the bright white of the sunlit walls around me. I'm in a bed, but not the red four poster bed of the upper floor; this room looks far less daunting. It's morning, which means it is Monday in the real w...
He liked to toy with me, to play with my senses. Like the one time he had used those noise-cancelling headphones. All day he had been sending me cryptic messages. Tonight you shall feel but not hear. Hearing is the most disposable of all the senses. Okay, maybe they were obvious, but upon receiving them I didn't know what they were about. We often tr...
Hello again! This is the beginning of a fairly sweet D/s story and there won't be sex for a while. I haven't told you much about either character because they will be slowly become more known as the story progresses. I will reveal more about Fred in the next installment, so just use your imagination right now, and the history will become more detailed. Also...
THE DREAM The wine has me relaxed, my body calm, my mind receptive to His innuendo. He has teased me all night with suggestions of what He will do with my body, but so far has not made a move other than to kiss me, to caress my breasts and occasionally the whisper of a brush against my thigh. i am more aroused than i want Him to know, trembling somewhat, wa...
I could feel my hand trembling with excitement as I tried to put the key into the hotel room door, feeling his dominant presence standing behind me wasn't making it any easier. Finally inside the room, I threw my bag to the floor and turned to face him. He came at me with his cuffs in his hands, obviously feeling confident that I would submit to his domina...