Nick and Belle would usually discuss in advance what they would do together at their next meeting. These get together were always at a Boston area hotel where Nick would rent a room for their encounters. Nick almost always took the initiative in making suggestions about how their meetings would go. (He was, after all, the Dom and she was his submissive.) Ve...
Tell people that you're from Kazakhstan and they stare at you blankly. Same country Borat claimed to be from in that awful movie, I usually say, groaning inwardly and idiotic smiles immediately follow. Now they get it. Cultural relativity isn't a concept most people in North America can grasp. My name is Rashida Jabayev and I was born in the City of Kentau,...
Looking at Lucas Boudreau and drinking in the eagerness and lust I saw on his handsome, I spread my shapely thighs teasingly, hiking up my long skirt and flashing just a hint of my crimson panties. In a teasing voice, I asked the tall, burly Haitian if he wanted a piece of me. "If you want it come and get it I'm ready for you," I said, grinning naughtily. F...
The lodger, Mick and I where sitting in the garden watching the sun disappear over the horizon as we continued drinking our cans of ice cold lager. "Don't you think it's romantic watching the sunset," I blurted out in between sips. Mick burst out laughing a spray of lager erupting from his mouth and just missing me, "sorry it seemed weird a bloke saying th...
The sun rose over Ontario, bathing Canada's most populous Province with its pale light. I rose with the sun, as I always did. It's a habit I had since my days in Florida. I grew up in the Little Haiti area of metropolitan Miami, the son of proud Haitian immigrants David and Marie Saintil, a corrections officer and a cab driver, respectively. My name is Jacqu...
The Shiny Red Apple, Dollie's dilemma, and cell phones We never get tired of people watchin or being watched by people. Admit it, you are a people watcher too. An afternoon ride and chance to check out a few quaint old timey taverns and shops reminded me of how our lives have changed. Recently we stopped at a small bar in a small town not far away. Love...
"The worst part of being a Mistress in the world of BDSM is the clean-up after a big event or a particularly fun session," Nadia Hedeid said, speaking to the camera, ignoring the man holding it. The hour-long video would soon be uploaded to YouTube, where her thousands of followers awaited most eagerly. Recently she created a pay site full of steamy videos,...
By: Bookwolf and Bre Quintana Sintan! Ahzek's voice boomed her mind. Sintan moaned and rolled over in bed, scooping up her pillow and cuddling it a little bit longer. She wasn't ready to leave the lovely dream with her wrapping her arms around Ahzek's trim waist and her head resting on his taut stomach. Feeling his warm, strong arms around her. Safe. Si...
Like a drug, reader's comments make me write more. Like a whip, constructive criticism makes me write better. Please vote and comment. Your feedback makes for better writing. * Above two thousand feet on the Three Sisters Mountain Trail the air was clear and dry His lungs filled hungrily as he climbed, swinging each leg in a gentle and day-long cadence. Th...
Chapter 07 The Separation Chance The soup looked good when Duncan took it off the stove but when he sat down to eat, there was no taste. He tried a few spoonfuls then disgustedly dropped the spoon. Pushing back the chair he got up to bus his lunch dishes, rinsed them then popped them in the dishwasher. Since his return to Seattle nothing tasted good. Rest...