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The Pear Tree
Would today be the day? Saturday morning was cool and crisp, and the woods were full of sweet, late-summer smells, and bright sun shimmered off the dew that decorated every living thing. She walked ahead of me, her movement hinting of beauty concealed in loose-fitting flannel shirt and baggy slacks.
Tomorrow would mark four weeks since I had agreed to be celibate. In that time, nature’s sexual inclination had been frustrated, starved, imprisoned-had transformed into a terrible, yearning need writhing just below the surface of every thought and feeling. All my senses, heightened by a condition I had imposed on myself to please her, had turned on me, continuously tortured me, demanded a response through every waking moment, and sometimes even in my dreams. › Continue reading
The Gift Ch. 02
When we last left our heroine, me, I was bent over my bed about to be punished. I reach both hands out in front of me. He secures both of them tightly in one of the restraints on the opposite side of the bed. My feet barely touch the floor. I am stretched taut over the comforter. He slowly walks around the bed. I can feel his heat on my back as he leans over me. His hand touches the back of my knee, running up my thigh, and gently rubbing small circles on my ass. I squeeze my thighs together. I am so wet and so hot for him. Of course he knows this all too well. He slides his hand up my back, wraps his hand in my hair. He firmly pulls my head back and whispers in my ear, “I’ll be right back.” › Continue reading
The Doorway Ch. 02
“This is a revised Part two. I’ve changed the story line slightly and added more elements to it. I’ve also revealed a little more about Catherine and Daniel. Part three will also be redone in the near future.
*Part Two: The Weekend*”
Catherine stood at the doorway, waiting for Daniel to decide what was going to happen next. She stood wearing only her garter, stockings, shoes and cuffs on her ankles and wrists. And her collar, that symbol she hesitated to accept but now yearned to be kept on her neck. The room was large, almost twenty feet deep and a dozen feet wide with a gray lino floor while the walls were covered in a black and white pattern. The ceiling, like the living room was high, reaching ten feet in the above. She focused in the center of the room where a wooden ‘T’ shaped frame stood with metal hooks at the bottom and at the opposite ends of the top. Beside it was a leather padded six foot beam that was suspended from the ceiling by chains in a ‘V’ pattern. At the far end of the room along a wall she saw a metal ‘X’ shaped structure that reached from the floor to the ceiling. She noted there were tables in the room, narrow but obviously long enough to hold a person with the restraints that hung along their sides. From the ceiling she saw there were hung various chains and ropes on pulleys. › Continue reading
Tempting Destiny
*Setting the Stage*
Desiree Jameson had a problem. And he was walking purposefully towards her down the crowded corridor, elbowing aside each person who was unfortunate enough to get in his way. His eyes blazed with anger, and the lightning bolts were aimed directly at Desiree Jameson. Yes, indeed, Eric Hopkins was Desiree Johnson’s problem right now. And she knew exactly what he was angry about.
Oh, of course, Eric Hopkins was also her boyfriend and lover, and fuck-buddy, as the 19 year olds of the university’s class of 2007 were wont to call the friends they had hot, passionate, no-long-term-strings-attached sex with. Eric Hopkins had spent every night he could in Desiree Jameson’s bed over the last six months, and she loved him, and his cock, dearly; but that was not enough to remove him from Big Problem status right now. › Continue reading
Spent
I had teased her mercilessly. Almost every hour I’d called her.
I had just asked her if the sound of my voice still turned her on. She cleared her throat and in a quiet voice said that it did. I had her brush her fingertips over her nipples to make sure they were hard. She did and said they were. I smiled and hung up.
When next I called I asked her why my voice turned her on. She replied that she loved its depth and tone, and listening to me never failed to give her butterflies. She admitted she had been thinking about the sound of it for an hour. I asked her to pinch her nipples gently. She moaned softly into the telephone and I hung up again. › Continue reading
Shadow Tales: First Punishment
It is just the end of the first week of class, but already you have attracted my full attention from your seat in the front row. Your flirting has been subtle but unmistakable. Your clothes are always stylish and concealing, but your skirts are enticingly short and your blouses unnecessarily tight. Your sculpted, tanned legs are always demurely crossed as if protecting a hidden treasure secreted at their junction.
It is really your eyes, however, that are the most seductive, and it is all I can do to divert my gaze when our eyes meet. Although you listen and take notes along with the rest of the students, you spend more time peering up at me behind the podium than the others. Your eyes invite my return gaze. Your easy smile distracts me and makes me lose my train of thought. A simple flick of your tongue between your slightly parted lips can make me harden with desire. It is clear that your actions are intentional and that you are enjoying the impact you have on me. › Continue reading
Ruby’s Next Lesson
*Journey Into Submission: The Apology *
“Ruby.”
She halted her squirming search for a more comfortable sitting position and glanced over at AJ as he entered the living room. He had been pre-occupied and melancholy since breakfast.
“I have an apology to make,” he said slowly, then, with a quick knowing look, took in her predicament and gestured. “Kneel here, baby.”
Ruby gratefully vacated the chair to kneel at her Master”s feet. Kneeling was a definite improvement over sitting just now, and given the state of her thoroughly whipped bottom, she expected to prefer it to sitting for at least a few more days. › Continue reading
Secret Smile
Karla opened the door to her apartment and discovered the first rose. She smiled a secret little smile, laid her briefcase to one side and bent to retrieve it. As she did, she spied the second rose a little further down the hall.
She kicked off her shoes and followed the train of scattered petals and flowers, gathering the crimson blooms into a bouquet. The trail led to her bedroom, to a gold box bound with a black ribbon sitting on her bed.
“Oh, Jack . . . what have you got planned this time?” she asked to the air. › Continue reading
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