After dinner I had a special surprise for you. Â “Where are we going?” you asked. “A nice little club,” I replied turning down a long alleyway. Â “There’s a club here?” you asked as we pulled into a small, back parking lot. Â “Not a lot of people know about it. It’s sort of a members only…
The room is chilly, and every so often, I can feel a cold breeze blow over my skin. I’m tied in the middle of the room. My arms are high above me, cuffed to a beam that keeps me about two inches from the ground. I’m blindfolded and naked. I’ve misbehaved and I know I’m…
1. Alice Reynolds received a phone call in the middle of her presentation. She was having an interactive discourse on a new pharmaceutical product. It was her husband, Mac. She excused herself in front of the marketing panel and got out from the air-conditioned conference room. “Mac?” “Mrs Reynolds?” The voice at the other end…
This was one of the first stories I ever wrote, short and sweet. I have five minutes until my next client is due. That gives me just enough time to quickly tidy up and make sure that everything is in order. I check that the massage couch is ready with fresh towels and a fleecy…
If you’re already a friend of mine, you know I have a one track, filthy mind. So imagine my joy when my gorgeous boyfriend, booked us a luxury cabin in the woods, so that I could live out my fantasy of a dirty night away. I thought it is only fair that I write a…
THE NETWORK BOY (5) THE FIRST PARTY– THE DEBUT SOLO SHOW. I won’t insult my readers intelligence by saying I hadn’t rehearsed this moment, I had, either alone in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom, or in front of Jim after a nights working the normal pub trade. Doing it for this…
Her ass looked amazing. Liz, my coworker, was laying flat on her stomach, on top of the covers of her bed in only her white panties. Just like she promised. Liz and I work together and have for about 6 years. The first 5 years went by fairly innocently and always professionally. She is in…
“Since you didn’t lick it all off,” he says to the ceiling, “I guess I’ll have to take a shower. Want to join me”? Ruby’s bright blue eyes, rimmed by glaring white, peer from her blackened, mousse-encrusted face. “I could try again,” she offers. Rolling to his left in the sticky mess of sheets they’ve…
Soft blue eddies around the slow scissor motion of her thighs as she wades toward the sand. The slow rock of her stride reduces the sea to ripples of turquoise honey. Fingers trail ribbons along the surface, nails lightly scoring a lover’s skin. She falters, as if stepping on a shell takes her by surprise….
Pimping Zoe: Part Eleven “The Finale” To finish off the story I thought I would go to a more Zoe centric view just for the change of pace, as always I love votes, criticism, (if constructive of course) and comments. Please read the first ten parts the build up as I have been told by…
Kandy knew that her John husband worked long hours, and didn’t like to take a break until everything he had planned to do was done. Most of the time, when the two sat down to supper, he was grumpy, and complaining of achy bones all through the meal. In addition to that, he was too…
It was Monday morning and I was back in school. I couldn’t concentrate on anything, all I could think about was how horny Candy was with me last Saturday night, and how I just lost my virginity to her! At this point I am being powered by my male hormones I had to get out…
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Oh my God, fuck OFF , was all I could think as I woke from the sound of my cellphone buzzing. It had probably been going off for hours. I went through all my missed texts and a few missed phone calls. They mainly said, “Hey, did you make it home safe?” or ” Me…
You are in our garden next to the pool and the sun is beating down on your smooth, tanned, wet body. You are wearing a tiny white bikini, which is slightly see-through because you’ve just come out of the pool. You put on your iPod and sunglasses and lie back on the sun bed, letting…
“Seriously? Forty-five minutes from the house, you decide not to start? Just like that? Come on!” I pleaded at the dashboard, which stared blankly back at me, both of us cooking under the harsh July afternoon sun. For what must have been fifteen minutes I turned the key in the ignition, over and over, and…