~ This is the original, longer and alternative version of one of my stories. ~ Welcome romance seeker. Come join me in a world of pleasure, passion and dreams. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Vincenzo Jacques Maison de L'Orange, the butler of Plaisir du Doré Palais. My small and humble manor is on the estate next to the rows of orange trees with a garden...
La Paz I had been meaning to call her, but felt embarrassed and ashamed and...well, just not ready. But there she is, exquisite as ever, reaching for agave leaves at Caputo's Grocery. "Elena?" I say to her. She stops her reach. She thinks. I hear her catch her breath. She smiles, turns around. "Michael!" she practically screams. "Oh, Miguel!" She hugs me...
It's four in the afternoon and I have a hard-on for Maisie. She won't be home from work for another hour and a half at least. Damn. Maisie, my former manager at Blinko's Copies. Maisie, who became my best friend. Maisie, a short, heavy, buxom grandmother of three; grey-haired and apple-cheeked. My Frumpy Dumpling, Maisie Havlicek, whom I have fallen i...
Women are the Bows, Men are the Hunters Women are the bow. They're curved, strung with care. They know they're beautiful, but it can get lonely...they have this string...and they know it's there for a really good reason, but they can't reach it themselves. The Hunter can't help looking at this creation and knowing she's constructed for one thing in particul...
The car turns in a long shady drive towards the cottage. The cottage, I smile, is rather like a large house than what I pictured in my mind. It was a week ago when the courier brought this adventure. Tucked into a red envelope, neatly written was this address, day and time. I recognized the handwriting immediately. It belonged to my Master, my top, my Dom, m...
It is raining outside. We can hear the drops pelt against the glass window panes and beat a staccato rhythm on the roof. The room is lit by the glow of a dying fire in the fireplace. Occasionally, we are illuminated by a flash of lightning, followed by the low rumbling of thunder that we can feel resonate in our bones. Your head is lying on my chest, with yo...
When I walked into the house I was full of three things, some shame for doing what I did with Mark; lust and sexual need like I have never felt before for what I did with him too. The lust slowly over-ruling everything else. I showered and waited for my husband to get home. He would receive the benefits of what Mark did and didn't do with and to me earlier...
It’s a warm summer night with a good chance of rain. It’s my most favorite time and I am hoping it will rain because there is something that gets me going when it rains. And tonight, in my mind, is going to be special…because I get to spend it with you. The thought of you is exciting me as I get ready to meet up with you. While I was in the shower, I thought...
Chapter 1 I was a freshman in college when this happened, living at home, we lived in a large eastern city. There was Mom and Dad and my sister, Eileen, who was out of college and teaching biology and forensic science at a local high school. I'd been in college about six months, and maybe it was partly because I lived off-campus, at home, that I didn't see...
My lover and I are away from home, from the drudgeries of work, and from my husband. I love my husband very much, but now and then I need a separate vacation. And so does he. We are Las Vegas, the city of sin, dancing, drinking, gambling. We go to some great shows, most of them of women dancers wearing large feathers, their breasts bare. My lover takes me...