I left Frances and the Royal Crescent Hotel as a fairly depressed man. I had thought, now that the divorce was over, we would get a fairly straight run to a romantic proposal somewhere. But not yet it seems. I wanted a few more weeks yet, to settle my final doubts and fears, but I was getting there. And one idle conversation with Molly about her view of her...
Viktoria had to give the vampire credit for being persistent. He lurked on her balcony, thinking himself hidden from her in shadows, again. Why he didn't just speak to her? She'd stopped on the beach and waited, but he had kept his distance and watched her. Creepy. Ember, why did it have to be vampires? Why not something safe and predictable, like a bunch o...
The works Christmas party was coming up and the pair had been caught up in the festivities so much that their diaries were clashing all over the place. Unfortunately this evenings festivities would be separate. Amy had arranged to visit an elderly friend in the early evening, so Dave was forced into going to his work party on his own. He was always reluctant...
Chapter 7: Julie Pays the Bills, Part II I was awakened the morning by my dick. More accurately, my brain was stirred to alertness by sensations being transmitted to it by my dick. Julie had woken up first, and decided that she would wake me up with a blow job. If I could invent an alarm clock that could do that, I'd be richer than Bill Gates. She looked...
Monday, November 25th This morning I woke up to discover she had actually allowed me to sleep in the bed the entire night. However that was where the pleasantries ended. Waiting for me on the nightstand was a note. Slave, I hope you slept well. It will be the last night you spend in my bed for the rest of the month. Since there is not much food in the hou...
{Author's note: It is highly advised that the reader would have already enjoyed the pleasure of reading the first two chapters before diving in for full background. No matter, though. Dive in and enjoy. Oh, and don't forget to vote.} I was not surprised when I received an email from Cindy the next morning, inviting me to lunch. I knew that, like me, her mind...
A few days after I got home from my extended trip away I had a phone call from Julia inviting me to dinner in two weeks time. Her best friend and spanking devotee Barb was coming too and Julia was hopeful that Barb and I would hit it off. She chatted and giggled about the great time we had on the farm and assured me that her husband Sam was looking forward t...
I couldn't have heard that right, of course. Another guy in a game of cards with me, wanted to raise the stakes in a way that I had never even considered. Nor did I really think about it in advance, but the man was a gambling addict. Robert Cullen, sharp as a tack Wall Street stockbroker and relative newlywed, had just offered me his pretty wife Lindsay as c...
"You know," David cleared his throat, "I believe we should consider using less...aggressive techniques." He felt all eyes glued on him—it's not possible for them to know, he thought in dread, they only stare at me wondering what the hell I'm talking about, not—and struggled to prevent his face from turning crimson. "Define less aggressive, Mr. Preston," Mr...
Lance knelt patiently in the middle of the hard wood floor. His knees hurt, but Lance was a fairly athletic young man and didn't complain much-not that he could, really. "I signed up for this" he thought to himself, as always. Lance tried to kneel without resting his butt on his ankles, as it was good for his posture. His mother had once told him that a b...