Archive for December, 2009
Reclaiming My Sex Life Ch. 02
Andrea and I exchanged almost daily emails for what turned out to be a three-month stay away from home. She was making marvelous strides at her new job. The five guys respected her talent and loved not having to be involved in the business side of their now growing profitable company. She was asking me fewer and fewer questions. Her confidence was soaring. Andrea even wrote of a stupid mistake she made and laughed at herself. The oldest partner, the senior Jim, had introduced her to one of his friends and they were really hitting it off. › Continue reading
Pink Ribbon
Looking warily at the flashy redhead gesturing for him to get into her fancy new pick-up truck, he climbed up inside. The windows were heavily tinted against the intense Texas sun, giving the occupants more than a modicum of privacy from prying eyes. Starting up the diesel engine, she glanced at him sideways, an almost shy grin creeping across her features. He took a deep, almost shaky breath, trying to hide his discomfiture, and anticipation behind his usually cocky and manly façade.
“It’s good to see you, Lizzie.” He said warmly, trying to break the ice a bit. › Continue reading
Pissed Off Boss Ch. 02
“***Disclaimer***
This is fiction, and pure fiction. Please do not take this as my or anyones real life. It is to be enjoyed as a fantasy story. If you cannot do so, then you may want to move on. The first part contained a minor watersport scene, but this one does not. I only include activities that fit the current situation in my stories. The watersports scene fit the first one. This part has BDSM, toys, femdom and plain old SEX. I hope you enjoy. PLEASE leave comments as they are the only way a writer knows how people feel about their work. Thank You.” › Continue reading
Office Play Ch. 03
Surprisingly, to Diane at least, the rest of the week at work went on pretty much as usual. The new outfits she had purchased were the only ones she wore, Juan checked her out every day that she was there, and for the most part Michael ignored her. At first she had been very surprised by his apparent lack of interest in her, but every so often he would do something little that would send her mind rushing back to that day on his desk. A couple times he came up behind her while she was at the copy machine and pushed his groin into her ass, once he had called her into his office and just sat there looking at her for a few minutes before dismissing her again (by the time he had let her go she was bright red and desperately wondering what was going to happen), and a couple other times he had taken the casual liberty of feeling her breast through her blouse while she sat typing. › Continue reading
My Correction In Phoenix Day 02
My sleep of rest ended abruptly as cold water was thrown on me. Ma’am slapped me and told me I had a busy day and I needed to attended to her needs. She began by sitting on my face and making me lick her ass before she changed positions to straddle my face so I could eat her pussy until she had an orgasm. As she got up she slapped my face hard and called me a good bitch. There wasn’t any reason for the bitchslap she gave me except that it pleased her and to remind me who was in control.
She brought out some different colored candles that were lit. They were within her reach and asked me my favorite color. Open eyed I slowly said blue. She said red was hers and she began to hold the candle over my torso and dripped the red wax on me. It stung and I cried out. Ma’am told me I was to thank her or she would drop some hot wax on my cock which she said was precious only to me. I thanked her for every hot drop and am my chest and legs were rainbow colored after so many candles were used she asked me again what my favorite color was. Again I said blue and as she grasped the blue candle she wondered aloud where to drop the hot wax. A wicked smile came to her face and said my favorite color should go to the favorite part of my body. I begged her not to but the more I begged the more she enjoyed it and dripped the hot blue wax on my cock. A tear rolled down my face. She used her finger to bring it up to her mouth and licked it. She said how she loved to taste the pain of her bitches and laughed. › Continue reading
My Pet Ch. 05
“Cathy O’Niel copyright 2006″
I finished setting up the new overhead wrist restraints today. I stood back to study my work. The chain ran down the pulley attached to the wall, with a large clasp on the end. All I had to do was pull on the rope attached to it, and your wrists would be lifted up into the air.
I wanted you this way. I wanted to be able to walk around you completely, to be able to touch any part of you that I desired. And I knew you would adore the vulnerable feeling of having your arms up over your head, completely at my mercy. › Continue reading
I Am My Master’s Slut Ch. 06
Breakfast became an everyday event as they had discussed. It also became ordinary for Ron to instruct Betsy in what to wear. Seldom did she wear underwear at all any more, and then only if they discussed the particular reasons. It never occurred to her that this might be anything but normal.
Still, other than an occasional kiss or caress, their relationship was not very sexual. For 12 days they met at the Red Cat Café for breakfast at 9 am. He usually called her the evening before to chat and included her wardrobe for the following day. She happily complied. They would chat lightly about business or people they both knew, usually keeping the conversation light. › Continue reading
Hurting Cum Baby
We’re sitting in a cafe together, drinking coffee. Our encounters always begin so civilized. The contrast is stark between now, and the moment I start hurting you. Though I drink my coffee calmly and smile at the barista, all I am thinking of right now is possessing you, cum baby. Every so often you come to my town, looking for me. I’m always happy to see you, because I like treating you the way no one else treats you. And I know how much you secretly crave it.
I never ask why else you’re here. I only know that you have to leave this evening, so I’ve got the afternoon to make this worth your while. You’ve been busy all morning, doing whatever it is you came to do, and now you’ve arrived at our secret meeting place – this little sidewalk cafe in the market, with the tall towers of commerce and the even taller tower behind them. › Continue reading
Hurt Ch. 11
Vanka turned a doe-eyed gaze up to Galen.
“Please, you’ve got to help me.”
“It’s alright,” Galen averred, pulling her to his body with a protective, possessive arm, “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
Galen and Vanka cracked up, and even Khalid’s quiet smile gave way to a soft laugh.
“I swear to god,” Galen said, “these people have never heard of irony. I’m pretty sure the writer’s on a twenty-four-seven suicide watch, seeing what they’re doing to his screenplay. Poor kid.”
Galen took a hit off the joint—the remains of Vanka’s old chemo stash—and passed it to Khalid. Vanka watched him put the joint to his lips and draw on it, the cherry flaring and glowing for a few seconds, watched him draw the smoke in, hold it, and calmly release it. When he’d smoked in front of her that first time, early in her chemo, she’d been a little shocked, and when she’d said so, Khalid had commented that marijuana doesn’t poison the body the way alcohol does. “Cannabis is a natural thing,” he’d said. “It grows. It is not manufactured in a chemical factory like alcohol or McDonald’s french fries.” › Continue reading
Monique Has a Filthy Time
I’ve always dreamed about being truly helpless and vulnerable. This time I truly was.
My husband and I often indulge in submissive adventures. He shares me with his friends, and sometimes strangers, and likes to expose me in public places. I love him very much but it is humiliating to be used by others while my husband watches (and often participates). It also is strangely exciting as well, but only if I feel forced to perform, helpless to protest. I know should be ashamed of my behavior and I feel mortified when I am called a slut or a cheap whore, but after awhile it becomes exhilarating. › Continue reading
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