Archive for August, 2009
I was writing one night with the back door open.
The heat wave had broken, but my place still got pretty warm.
I get a nice cross breeze after dark, so it cools off quicker.
Somebody knocked rudely at the screen door, a moment later I
heard Jean’s voice.
‘Ha-looooooo?’
And then some giggles.
She’d been drinking a little, and was feeling it.
More obnoxious knocks and giggles.
She was turned the other way, and didn’t notice I’d walked up to the door.
Without looking, she turned to knock again, trying to be a smartass. › Continue reading
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“[This tale has betrayal, revenge, justice, oral sex, anal sex, coitus, bondage, s/m, vaginal sex, Mff, ff, and a visit to Chicago. If any of those will put you off or disturb you then please don't read this story.]”
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My secretary buzzed twice; I had a phone call; she didn’t know the caller.
‘What the hell,’ I thought.
“Nick Wells.”
“Mr. Wells, my name is Carolyn Jones and I’m a private investigator. I would like a half hour of your time.”
“I don’t use private investigators. My work is not that kind of law.” › Continue reading
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“Thanks again to Amanda for her quick editing job. This storyline has 2 more parts before I’ll move onto something else for a while. If you enjoy them please vote or leave comments. I read them and appreciate them as well. Thank you.”
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Friday started out completely different then any other day so far this week. For the first time since coming to the house no one had come in to wake you during the middle of the night to sate their sexual appetite. For the past two days both he and Camille had been making a big deal about Friday night’s party obviously this was part of the preparation for it. › Continue reading
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She was on her knees.
Her head down on the pillow.
Her hands bound in front of her.
She was attached to the headboard.
Semi-clothed.
Her blouse torn open and shredded.
Her bra unclasped and dangling underneath her.
Attached to each of her nipples were clamps.
The clamps were connected by a thin metal chain.
Her tits ached.
Her skirt was hiked up around her waist.
Her wet panties were pulled down around her thighs.
She wore thigh high stockings which now had runs. › Continue reading
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That day, a Friday in June, is emblazoned on my memory as though it were yesterday.
Quite what it was about Angie that made my skin tingle like a teenager’s in love I could not say. I wondered later. Maybe there had been a sign. Maybe the source of that fatal attraction was something deep within me that recognized, even though it could not know, that she was different. All I knew at the time was that she turned my head every time her slim, almost boyish figure with its long slender legs and swan-like neck appeared in my field of view. › Continue reading
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Master J,
It is strange that after all this time, I will, at last, see you again. Once again, I will kneel before you, seeking your guidance into this strange world. Yet as long as it has been, every second of our last encounter is etched permanently in my mind. Those few moments serve to define who I am underneath the trappings of the this day-to-day existence leaving me no choice but to acknowledge the part of me so carefully hidden from even myself.
Every remembered moment leaves me aching to travel further down this dark and mysterious path with you. Enticed as much by my fear as my desire, I find myself begging you to lead me to this hidden place, even though I am aware of the danger of finding myself… and losing myself. This endeavor that I had once naively considered a game, is now undeniably real as the forces that draw me to you. › Continue reading
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The day hadn’t started well. Emma had been so excited the previous night that she had hardly slept at all. Images of all that she hoped for had been crowded onto the cinema screen of her imagination.
At one point, she had knelt on the floor by her bed, wondering what it would be like to finally hold his erect prick, and stroke its length, hearing his sighs of pleasure. She imagined herself licking its length, kissing the sensitive underside, and then gently sucking it into her mouth. Every time she thought about doing even that, her pussy had shed more liquid, her thighs trembling with need. In her mind she was able to take him all the way into the back of her throat – a task she sincerely hoped her Master would teach her to accomplish. To give herself so completely to him, and to feel his need rising as he sank deep into her mouth and throat was like a drug to her. She could almost feel his hands on her head, holding her steady as he fucked her mouth. Alone, in the silence of her bedroom, she whimpered to herself as she altered the angle of her head to allow him to push so deep that her nose was pressed into his groin, his hairs brushing her stretched lips. Her fingers stroked her cunt and circled the tender clit as she prepared herself for the blessing of his cum. She sensed that he would be firm and slow – using his full length, gripping her tightly as he felt his climax build. And then, when finally he could hold back no longer, she hoped that he would not withdraw, but keep himself lodged as far inside her as was possible. She wanted, longed, for the extravagance of his cock pumping its seed directly into her stomach as she milked the length with her swallowing. She wanted her face crushed against his thighs as he groaned with release – and at that point she triggered her own climax and collapsed onto the carpet, her strangled cries an accompaniment to her jerking body. › Continue reading
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I stand in the center of my room, as instructed. I’ve stood there, naked, for several minutes. I am waiting. I am waiting for my Queen. Soon, She will come for me. Soon, a relative term in this case to mean when She intends to.
The door opens, and it’s like I am complete again. She walks in, clad in a luxurious white robe that covers Her alabaster skin. There’s a twinkle in Her eye, and I can tell Her soul is smiling, but the rest of Her face shows quiet seriousness. She looks me over and gives the faintest sign of approval. I am glad, for it is my purpose to please Her. I am bare before my Queen. › Continue reading
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