Archive for November, 2009
Light My Fire Ch. 01
“This is a story that explores the dark side of one woman”s desperate search for a lover who could* light her fire*. To skip directly to her eventual submission to her dominant lover would not to do justice to the depth of that desperation. Accordingly, much of this lengthy first chapter is devoted to an understanding of the frustrations that gripped Rose Anne”s life. Please stay with her as she tells us who she is and why. It is my belief, and certainly my hope, that your patience will be rewarded. For those who cannot wait for the “down and dirty”, however, I am simultaneously posting chapters 2 and 3 along with this one. Whether you prefer the complete story, or only the raw sex…, enjoy…, and don”t forget to vote. Jigs ” › Continue reading
Joe and Sue Ch. 03
When I woke the vibrator had slipped from my body and lay on the bed. After cleaning it and putting it away I contemplated what I would do for the day, Sunday. Usually it’s the day I just relax and do things around the house but today I felt rejuvenated and wanted to do something different. I thought about calling Joe but he told me he would call me during the week about our upcoming date. Given his history I didn’t want to come on too strong so I pushed the idea from my head. I want to give him time and space, but I also desired to be near him. The phone rang, making me jump from my thoughts. › Continue reading
Find My Limits
Helen stood looking at the phone, her knuckles pressed against her teeth, willing herself to pick it up and dial! Eventually she did, but only to slam it down again before it chance to ring at the other end!
‘One deep breath’ she told herself, ‘then ring him!’
She squared her mental shoulders, breathed deeply and dialled.
“Hello?”
“Graham?”
“Yes.”
“It’s Helen.” A pause, - a long pause! “Let’s do it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, do it like we talked about! Hurt me! Let’s see what I can take! › Continue reading
Give Back
All day, it had appeared that something stressful occupied her mind. The usually bubbly, cheery Sara was disturbingly quiet, a strong atmosphere of uncertainty surrounding her. I had initially simply given her plenty of space, not wanting to pry my fiancée into telling me what worried her so for fear of pushing her even further away from me. But by evening, I felt I had to do something to try to get her to either open up to me or at least lift her spirits a little, so I suggested we go out to dinner. › Continue reading
Eric’s Parting Gift
When the phone rang that morning I had one of those rare psychic feelings telling me that the call was important. It was.
“Nick? This is Eric. I need your help. Can you come over today?”
I could and did. When I got to their house Eric was sitting on the front porch with their dog, Flash, the slowest dog I’d ever seen. Sarah wasn’t home. I sat in the chair near Eric’s and scratched Flash.
“So, what’s up?” I asked.
“I want to give you a gift. I’ll explain everything to you but I want you to have this gift.” › Continue reading
Ember & Ashe Ch. 5
We’d been invited to my friend’s place on the Island for a special party. Very special, let me tell you. I’d not been over to see Reggie since Ember moved in with me six months ago. Ember and I took the Queen of Alberni, the ferry working the Tsawwassen crossing near Vancouver. Traversing the Georgia Strait didn’t take long. We disembarked at Swartz Bay, and continued driving from there.
“Why are we going to this house, Ashe?” Ember asked me. She never ceased to stun me with her delicate Japanese beauty. She exuded evening chic in her gossamer thin, sleeveless dress with a keyhole chest and a high-neck collar. The slit skirt showed leg all the way to her waist on both sides. Did I mention that the smoky, charcoal grey garment was totally transparent? Only her white thong bikini briefs and bandeau top prevented her from appearing naked. A golden buckled belt and white Latigo and kidskin sandals with three inch cigarette heels added interesting accents to her ensemble. God, I loved those shoes of hers! The strappy, birdcage affairs featured plenty of thin leather instep straps knotted just over her big toe. Nothing looked better to me than a woman’s feet properly displayed. The more visible skin, the better. The pale gold heel tips and ankle buckles complemented the white braided leather belt perfectly. Kitten could accessorize better than a window dresser at Macy’s! She looked elegant dressed in her finery. Her natural beauty required no excess of makeup. She wore no lipstick, only a hint of lip gloss. Her finger and toenails went without coloured polish, but the clear-lacquered nails gleamed. › Continue reading
Face
He sat in his favorite chair, a nice, decent-sized plush affair that he liked so much he managed to carry and push it across two avenues and six city blocks rather than wait for the following day to buy it, when it would have been gone. Nice big arms, comfortable cushion, the perfect chair to sit and read in, to lean back (it didn’t recline, he hated those lazy-boys, which made him feel like his grandfather) and nap, to type and write in his computer. It was still a new purchase, and he was still finding the best ways to utilize it and see what the best things were to be done in it. › Continue reading
Doctor’s Orders Pt. 01
“Introduction: This is a story of a young man that learns that he craves a woman with a firm hand to control him sexually. The story contains female domination, bondage, teasing and denial, and some S&M. ”
Doctor”s Orders – Chapter 1 – The Physical
Here I am, 28 years old, and I”ve had it with women. I”m 6 feet tall, 185 pounds and quite fit. I”m told I”m pretty good looking. Since I make my living in fashion photography, I think I can tell a good-looking man when I see one. I may not be on the cover of GQ, but I”m certainly no dog either. › Continue reading
What Are Friends For? Ch. 04
“The following totally fictitious writings and are intended for the sole readership of those of LEGAL AGE. The ADULT ONLY material contained within is also for personal use only where local standards permit scenes of violence and sex. Please do not read further if any of these subjects offend, or if you are not of legal age.
This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone violence of any sort.
The following is under Copyright and is for your sole enjoyment. Your cooperation in not using the material in any other application without the express permission of the author is requested. Thank you.” › Continue reading
When Petey Met Yuri
And now I wanna be your dog…
Yuri stops in midsentence of his conversation to hear the words of the song that blasts out on the nightclub speakers. Leaning across the table, he plants one elbow down to support his chin. His strange, light-colored eyes are burning, his long mobile face is drawn and tense.
and now I wanna feel your hand…
The heavy black forelock falls into his eyes; he pushes at it impatiently. “Who is this man? Who is singing of such pain?”
“Iggy Pop,” Petey says. “From the seventies, really old song…dude used to just smash himself up onstage, I remember.” › Continue reading
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