Barren trees and the frosted ground create a gray hue to the rolling hills on either side of my car windows. While some think the landscape dreary this time of year, especially with no snow on the ground yet; I find it mysterious. The car window provides a modern frame for driving through what I see as black and white photographs. I downloaded an interesti...
Sunday morning was really beautiful. The sea was wonderfully calm and the sun shone in a cloudless sky as Mary and I lay in bed cuddling and talking about the weekend so far and what today was to hold for us. We hadn’t made any arrangements with Ann and James but we knew we would probably see them so that we could swap addresses and telephone numbers. The o...
It was an especially cold and snowy night of the season. The dark night was frigid. The snowstorm raged outside, whipping wind around the cabin's eaves; thunder was rolling. Sultana had made a fire in the fireplace, which was heating the room. Sultana and Zafar lay side by side on the mattress near the fireplace after a long fucking session. Sultana took hi...
As a child I used to love watching all manner of cartoons (as a matter of fact I still do) but one that particularly sticks out in my memory is "The Perils Of Penelope Pitstop". Not for it's great scripts or animation but for the weekly concept of a beautiful, seemingly helpless blonde heroine being hunted and tormented by her Guardian's secret identity, The...
It was a cold wet night; the rain had been falling persistently all evening. The last train had been late due to an "incident" somewhere on the line. This was no surprise and had been half expected, as the trains always seemed to suffer delays at the weekend. Looking at her watch she realized that the last bus would have already gone by now as well. Not a...
I sat on the balcony of my beach house, enjoying the cool evening breeze. It was late but I couldn't sleep. He had been on my mind all day, and I was holding on to hope that I would soon see his silhouette in the moonlight. Goosebumps crawled across my skin, but not from the cool air. Just the idea of his hands on my hot skin made me squirm in my bed almost...
"Remember, your safe word is Teapot. If at any time you say teapot, everything stops, ok? You have the ultimate control if you really want it, but at any other time you will submit to my will in everything. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes," mutely, almost meekly. "You'll like this, my sweet. Tonight you are going to experience every dirty, slutty fantasy you...
Lauren was so tired by the time she got off the plane; she wondered how she would ever make it through the rest of the night. At home, it would be 1am, but now that she was in Las Vegas, it was only 10pm and she still had half the night ahead of her. She quickly grabbed her purse from the overhead compartment and got off the plane. She stepped into the bath...
This is the long delayed sequel to Mr. Dell's Little Slut. Sorry for the delay. Please enjoy. Part 3 coming soon if you like this one. She was just staring at me. Looking me directly in the eye every time she caught me looking at her. Even when my back was turned I could feel her bright blue eyes burning holes in my clothes and imagining the muscles and s...
Author's note: This is Part Five of a five-part series. In order to better appreciate this story, I encourage you to first read Part One, Part Two, Part Three and Part Four. * After experiencing such a frenzy of sexual activity over the first three days of our vacation, Michelle and I decided to step back a little, enjoy each other's company, and reconnect...