This slave's excitement was rising as the time for Master to arrive and fetch one drew near. The list of things one had checked so many times, containing the items one wished to bring in case they were required, was in tattered shreds in one's hands as one twisted and smoothed it over and over... one's nervousness quite evident in the gesture. Each item was...
One sunny, summer morning- I decided to get some sun. I played outside all day. A little work. Alot of sun. Some fun. Some oil. Some drinks, etc... Well, a whole lot of drinks. Hehe. Throughout the day- I noticed that my grass wasn't growing below a window. Not just any window, but this was my bedroom window, (in the far back). I felt that it was kinda stra...
Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond The judge couldn't contain herself any longer. As she watched Brad and Wendy fucking like crazed, horny animals on the prosecutor's table top, Judge McCracken raised the hem of her judicial robe, answering the age-old question about what judges wear underneath. At least in her case, the answer was "nothi...
Amanda and I didn't get together for a couple weeks; our schedules conflicted. Besides, both of our sons were home from college, in and out of the house, and it didn't provide us with the privacy we needed. My sexual relations at home had consisted of occasional fucks for Arthur who always came and went to sleep, and nothing for me. Until Amanda showed me...
Detective Graciela Chavez was skilled at using her body. A sway of her hips, the toss of her hair, the flick of her lips. Where men used force or guns to intimidate, Graciela used her sexuality. Only the Lieutenant knew the full extent of her secret activities. The truth was, it helped arrest many high-profile individuals. She reflected on these hard trut...
This is a little throwback piece for me. It was an assignment by my creative writing professor to write our own paper modeled after 'The Peter Principle.' I wrote it in 1971 while riding the subway to the college. I never considered myself much of a writer (still don't, really) but this teacher's encouragement changed my perspective. Up to this point, I was...
Its Friday evening...and i return from work to find You waiting impatiently...things have kept me late...and they encroached on Your time.. You grab me as i step through the door and kiss me deeply... "you're late" You tell me as my back is pushed up against the wall. I try to apologize...but You've already forgotten. Your eyes are a mixture of evil and...
As I walked to the bus, my steps were unsteady and my hands were shaking nervously. I just had to keep thinking to myself…left and right and left and right. I boarded the bus and threw my book bag into the seat next to me. I leaned against the window and let out a deep breath. I closed my eyes and concentrated. I very slowly drew up my heavy lids; it was aft...
This short story requires some knowledge of tennis. Skip the next paragraph if you already know the game. For those of you who haven't followed tennis, love means zero. Points are scored as fifteen, thirty, forty, and then game. If tied, at forty, you have what's referred to as 'Deuce'. You must win by two points, so once tied, the next point winner is 'Adv...
MONDAY, JANUARY 4, 2010. "A friend of mine is organizing a private party in here, a sort of reunion for his old school pals, many of who he hasn't seen for years. You'll be concealed in the Priest's Hole throughout," Max told me while showing me the clearing up that needed doing in Function Room One, a regular job nowadays. I was wondering what the point o...