Author's note: Difficult to categorise this little tale. It's about CFNM, which can be considered as normal erotica, a fetish, or a sub-group of female domination. I have listed it under BDSM, as most commonly it is enjoyed as a particular niche of that genre. It should probably go under 'adult theme' or 'essays and discussions', but then you wouldn't now be...
At the end of "Wasted Years" the older gentleman and the much younger woman had finally fallen asleep in a huge hammock outside their cottage, following a night of festive dining and drinking. The author strongly suggests that you read the first segment before this one. Decades of habit caused my eyes to open with the first rays of the sun. You were lying n...
She walked in to the room and on the table there was just a single red rose with a piece of paper laying underneath it. Slowly she traveled the few feet to the table and read what He had written. Little One, I will be late this evening, but please prepare your self for me. Don't disappoint me Dear one. She then decided to hurry and prepare for His arriva...
The night was dark, and the house was warm. Sandra turned fitfully in bed. She wore little, thanks to the heat, just a pair of panties and a thin t-shit, and she was tired enough to fall asleep easily, yet still sleep eluded her. She knew what the cause. Tomorrow was the day. After all their long years of erotic email, cyber sex, phone sex and often times be...
Annabelle entered the small shop on Dauphine, east side of the French Quarter. A remote jingle announced her presence. An attractive clerk fussing behind the jewelry counter looked up. Smiled. Sparsely staged collections of couture dresses flanked the quietly hued space. Each designer's latest propped and lit like sculpture. Another patron, a tall, too skinn...
At the risk of sounding like the person who writes to (or for) Penthouse Letters and starts stories with the line "I still can't believe it happened it to me," I still can't believe it happened to me. I have worked in a warehouse for over 10 years and for at least 9 of those years I've been admiring a woman named Annie. And for six of those years I've felt g...
You are sitting at the bar so that you can keep an eye out for me and you are sipping a drink and waiting somewhat anxiously. You're not sure what I'm up to, but you have a feeling it's going to be hot. All I've told you is to meet me here and follow my lead from there. So mysterious! You left the house only about fifteen minutes before I planned to leave, b...
It was dark when I awoke. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table; it didn't surprise me to see that it was only 10pm. I'd decided on an early night after driving all day, but I couldn't sleep. No matter how many different motels in different towns I slept in, the beds were always the same...I could never settle. Guess I was a creature of habit; I prefer...
I was 20 years old, a junior in college and had a serious case of senioritis. My boyfriend at the time, Mister Atrevido and I agreed to meet up early at a study spot on campus to prep for a Biology final. We actually met on Myspace. Yep, good old Myspace from way back when it was popular. This was the true beginning of my "online dating" experience. We con...
****This is a story about my fantasies with my algebra teacher, her name has been changed for obvious reasons, if you're the real Mrs. Curts I hope you enjoy the story**** During my time in high school I learned a lot. I wasn't a nerd, but I was a jock either. I had my fair share of girls, but one girl I couldn't get enough of her. Her name was Mrs. Curts s...