"...she was a woman and was turned into a cold fish for she would not exchange flesh with one that loved her.' - Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale, Act IV-Scene IV CHAPTER 1: FIRST LOVE Ah, well, it was the seventies. In many ways a simpler time. My own simple life was just beginning. Away from my parents for th...
When I was growing up my father took a job as a lawyer in a small Caribbean country with a large off-shore tax haven business. We lived an idyllic life with a beautiful house, pool, and plenty of domestic help. The population was 80% Afro-Caribbean with the remainder white and a smattering of Indians and other Asians. Everyone mostly got along with each othe...
She told me that she was finished with the "sweet and sensitive" men she was meeting. I knew she truthfully meant something else. She was finished with passionless men. Unassertive men. Boring men. "Sweet and sensitive" was just her way of being tactful. She wanted to say the men she was meeting were nice, but unexceptional. They didn't focus their hunger or...
Sarah was still trying to catch her breath as she felt the bonds holding her to the padded bench being undone. Her mind was still reeling from the events of the last few moments. Not only had she touched a woman sexually for the first time in her life but she had allowed Karla to fuck her to an orgasm! Yes, she had been strapped down and unable to move but s...
Thinking of the interesting time they have ahead of them, Adison sighs audibly. 'What is that great sigh for?' Vincent asks her, smilingly. 'We were never so shy with each other, it's just so sweet,' she replies, dreamingly. Suddenly, she feels two strong arms seize her, and the next moment she is crushed to a rather broad chest. Looking up, she sees tw...
Alone finally. The only sounds that grace my ears are the gentle winds of the west blowing down the hills, and through the large pines that guard the cabin from the evening sun. The commercial world is non-existent out here. No TV, no billboards, no skyscrapers, no cars; only one small power line for electricity, and my dependable pickup to get me to the nea...
"Oh... God," thought Sue Myers, as she squirmed in her chair, "I can't stand it, I'm sooooo horny!" Nervously, she crossed and un-crossed her long legs, smoothing her short, flirty skirt over her lap to keep from showing too much to the class under her desk, trying to resist the urge to just lift it up and show it all. To pull her panties to the side and fri...
I started as a gopher, sixteen years old with my entire life until that point spent within the, not too strict, confines of St. Barnabus' orphanage. It was Miss Fylde, who worked there as a drama and art teacher, that arranged the interview with the theatre manager. He told me years later that I got the job because of the expression on my face as he showed m...
Inspired in part by EdMiller's "A Cure for Hypertension" I knew it was going to be a special day the moment I saw the outfit Mistress had laid out for me. It turned out that it wasn't just the day, but the entire weekend that I would never forget. As I pulled the latex halter piece over my head, I reflected back on the past six months, and just how I wound...
This chapter was kindly edited. Great job. Thank you Mike. ***** Dear readers, This is kind of a bridge chapter to settle Amanda's affairs. However there is still some sex in it. Enjoy it! ***** Amanda woke up Friday morning with the wonderful feeling of Todd's chiseled body spooning behind her. She could feel his shallow, warm breath on her neck as his...