UKL By Norma Jane At times like this, closed-down by the coronavirus, we are the more dependent on online entertainment, so I will contribute some short narratives with a common theme. In the early 1990s, when I was engaged in, collecting and making available erotic artworks and participating in language conferences. I became acquainted with a wonderful m...
A colleague who I've admired for years shared an idea he had for a professional conference presentation. A paper he'd written had been accepted for journal publication, and he wanted an opportunity to share his research with others in the field of data engineering and analytics. But... Eric wanted to do something different from the normal dry, monotone pre...
The day after Marc and his slave girl came to my house, they had to leave to go off up the Nile to visit some temple Marc had heard about. It is now twelve days later. Marc is my guest again. He is sails for home tomorrow. To reward Bee for her performance, Marc has asked my permission to give her a present. While we are eating our noon meal, he shows it t...
A woman in India is always a caretaker and a well-wisher for our parents, son/daughter, husband, his family, friends, etc. But at the same time even we feel like being cared and well-wished. That's when I decided to focus on my needs, in fact my special needs and spoke to my husband openly about it, which he obliged. I, along with my friends, went to Goa, e...
CH. 2 :HUSBAND , BEND OVER & PART THY NETHER CHEEKS !!! Her ringing , humiliating command was heard all over the field “Husband, bend over the Punishment Table, bare thy delectable, horny bum & part thy nether cheeks for Thy Royal Monarch’s Pleasure !!! Immediately!!! Do it now, boy !!!!” The sweet girlish voice, the Commanding tone, the embarrassing Orde...
So... I'm naked... and firmly blindfolded. I can hear some activity, but it seems to be at a distance... at least behind closed doors outside the room where I'm stand. The last footsteps I heard were probably 10 minutes ago... but I can't really judge how long it's been. It's warm enough, so I'm not uncomfortable at all. In my naked blindness... I wait. A c...
Everything is connected to everything. Everything in our past is dynamically active in every present moment... leading into a future with beautiful networks of people, places, and emotions. Okay... that's enough of my amateur philosophy. This is my way of saying that a relatively small number of events end up being pivotal openings to some amazing relationsh...
I have never really enjoyed rough sex... but he is my master and I now have to learn to obey and I do. It was part of our wedding vows but not meant for him to be my Dom, it was to go ahead and live with the newly established changes of our family life and my career. I regard myself as being fortunate all of the years we have lived together. He gave me my s...
Chapter 2 in the novel The Erotic Writers Festival "He finds himself with his mouth open, trying to remember the rest of the sentence. He sits down on the ground and begins to eat the mango." -- from Oryx and Crake, by Margaret Atwood My lover lives just outside Paris, Ontario, on the road to London, in a region known as New Sweden and -- oddly, perfectly...
Inspiration emerges when you least expect it. At least... that's been my experience more often than not. Most of my exhibitionist "games" began with a totally random idea in the midst of everyday life. My first exploration with being surprisingly nude happened because a UPS delivery came at just the right time. A dressing room is positioned perfectly to gi...