You're late. You're always late. Fortunately, you've never stood me up or cancelled at the last minute. I do so look forward to our trysts. Within the hour, you will knock on the door of our hotel room with an apology and a tale of woe. You were stuck in traffic, your flight was delayed, an important client called you on your cell phone, etc., etc. I've he...
Psyche stared at the sex driven male Dalls that were butting heads over the females and felt her heart sink. How was she supposed to collect their wool without shooting? It wasn't in her nature to go hunting; she considered it to be a sport of mendacity where the hunter had definite advantage of the gun over the hapless prey. There was no real victory in tha...
On cool, cotton sheets, she sleeps alone. Her pale form in foetal position, her long, raven hair splayed out on the pillows. No trace of the day’s trials and tribulations remain, only on the cotton wool in the waste paper basket. After a time she stirs in the silence of a spell. Then she breathes, but the cool, cotton sheets have given way to gardens, where...
Fourteenth Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales Latina and Frank really had to hurry last night. They had less than 15 minutes, from the time they arrived home from work, to change and wolf down a snack, before tearing out the door again, to take their son Bobby to his practice baseball game, at the local park. They would, of course, both stay...
Disclaimer: This story contains sex, violence, bondage, rape, and immortality. It follows the themes in 'Highlander' where immortals live among mortals. These immortals cannot die nor have children. When one immortal takes the head of another, they undergo a "quickening" which brings them one step closer to the final gift. The story includes the character Do...
Erotic Fiction for adults only. Can be freely copied and distributed as is (complete with this header), but not as part of any fee paying service. If you archive it please let me have access to the archive. Email me if you have comments or if you have any constructive criticism. By scarlett minx (c) * * * * * I groaned in the dark, the strain of the past...
Being confined inside the iron body cage was completely different from the stress bondage of the shibari ropes. Without the constant pain that knawed at my muscles and at my mind it was the time for the latter to wander. Not that my confinement within this tight little triangular prison was anything more than comfortable by comparison. My wrists were still h...
8 Leif and I went to this opening at the college art gallery. I was excited about it because I'd hung out with the art students from time to time. They could certainly talk the talk and I was curious if they could do the work to support it. It was at eight on a Wednesday night and my Thursday morning class had been cancelled due to the massive amount of sno...
She came out of the hotel toilet and took my breath away. We had talked and talked and talked about this night, agonising over each detail. It was a huge step to open our marriage to sex with others, and though we were both excited by the idea, neither of us wanted to risk our marriage. So we'd ended with this night that had started as a fantasy of mine, but...
Carol's story branches here. This chapter can be read both here in the "Loving Wives" section as well as in the "Bondage and Discipline" section. The two are quite different. One is much closer to the truth. You might be surprised by which one that is. -- Dora. --------------- "John?" Carol spoke quietly to her husband as he sat at his drafting board, comp...