As she lay in bed dozing off to sleep, Mary was very pleased with how her plans for the evening had gone. After many weeks of thought, planning and anticipation she'd surprised and pleasured her husband, Tim. She'd been his 'escort' for their first night together in Las Vegas and she'd made it clear that she planned on looking and acting sexier beyond the on...
It was completely dark in the aged cathedral except for the hypnotic flickering of the large candles and massive, smoky smoking torches which cast eerie shadows along the rough stone walls. The air was intoxicatingly heavy with the smell of sandalwood incense and anticipation. There was a hushed silence except for the sounds of shifting robes and the breathi...
A Victorian Bagatelle 'That was exactly my objection when dear Reggie first suggested it, Lyddie, but I assure you he was right, as usual. The sensation is not at all what one would expect.' 'Reggie' could only be Reginald Doyle, Esq., my old Cambridge rowing chum, now my colleague in a laboratory venture. The year before, he had won the hand of the captiv...
This story is a follow up to my earlier celebrity story "Comforting Jennifer" in which (fictional) tennis star Jennifer Stanton is comforted in a very special way by Anna Kournikova. You don't need to read that story to get this one but please do anyway because I like my stories to be read. Jennifer Stanton's career and popularity had gone from strength to...
I confess to getting as excited, well almost, when the titans of punctuation lock horns on lit. as with the steamy stories - hey guys, you can dangle your participles in front of my eyes any time you like; fancy a conjunction? - and would love to see even more wise pieces on grammar and punctuation: 'Should it be Tess' or Tess's pussy? Discuss.' But really,...
I strutted into the bedroom, my seamed nylon stockings swishing beneath my evening gown, a cloud of expensive perfume surrounding me. I stopped and placed a gloved hand on my satin hip. "Well," I asked seductively. "Do you like what you see?" He stared at me and took the cigar out of his mouth. "My god," he muttered. "You look incredible." "Incredibly edi...
Hello again everyone. I'm sorry for the massive delay to this chapter. Not only had work got on top of me the last few weeks, but I've also been looking after my dad, who had a knee replacement surgery. For those who e-mailed me about my health, I am not only fine; I greatly appreciate the people that not only ask if I am ok, but also am eagerly anticipating...
Tim continued to corset Mary in the leather corset five days out of seven. He pulled the laces an inch tighter every day and marked the laces every two days to confirm his place as he drew them tighter. Over a period of three weeks he'd drawn them up by over 18" which meant the corset was at least an inch tighter on Mary's waist. Tim felt it was time to ask...
My name is Lynette Adler. I'm 26 and I live in New York City. I'm a curator at the Guggenheim Museum of Art. I love doing what I do and all, even though it has gotten kind of boring. My home life was also boring; my husband Derek, a Xerox salesperson, and I had a very large rift in our 6-year old marriage. All that plus my overprotective, overbearing mothe...
Arthur's note: I have purposely left off physical descriptions of the characters. I want you to take this story and make it your own fantasy, by imagining the person that you would want to see in these roles. * Whhhoooo...click, clack, click, clack. Venus pulled her coat tighter around her body, as she fought the whistling wind to keep the chill from her...