Archive for September, 2010
The Laundromat
She wandered through the house feeling restless and bored. All her work finished. She had taken advantage of the quiet earlier in the day and napped.
Now she was wide-awake.
Picking up a book, she found she did not really have the concentration for it. Sighing she put it down and decided to take a chance and call him at the office. This was some times risky and she knew not to call him if it was not important. Reaching for the phone, she came up with an idea for something to do, as well as be a legitimate excuse for calling him. Either he will let her do what she wanted, or perhaps he will be motivated to get home a little quicker. Secretly she hoped it was the latter. It was not as if she really wanted to go do more work this late at night. Dialing the number, she did not realize she was holding her breath until he answered. › Continue reading
The Journey of Grace
She looked again out her car window. The bar was still there just like the last time she looked. The question was still there too. Was she going to go inside? She had never done it before. Thought about it but never even come this far. She was not certain despite having driven an hour from her home. If she was going to do it, she certainly did not want to be recognized.
Looking down at her outfit, she was still surprised that she had the guts to even drive out of the garage. Black pretty much described her outfit. Black stiletto heels covered her feet in black stockings. A tight black skirt came down to mid-thigh. And a black leather vest that pushed up her already nice breasts, showing a fair amount of pale skin. A striking silver necklace and silver earrings set off the outfit, each accented with a silver spike. Her black hair was pulled back She felt like she hotter looking than ever before in her life. But still, she was undecided as to whether or not to do anything about it. › Continue reading
The Game Ch. 02
*Quickening*
“Please understand, Milady,” Mark said holding onto the bands, holding her gaze with his eyes. “If you chose to wear the bands, the only limit is my imagination. Your limits are whatever I decide they are. No questions. No complaints. No refusal…unless you choose to end the game.” Michelle took the bands from him, exposed the adhesive and attached them to her wrists.
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As instructed, Michelle had stashed her bags in the bathroom, and got to work. His instructions were the typical “prepare yourself” that he always issued for heavy play. She usually wound up getting a few swats for taking longer than 30 minutes, but Michelle was ahead of him this time. Today’s long lunch covered the manicure, pedicure, and waxing. All she had left to do was shower and lotion. The honey and almond body cream he so loved left her skin soft, smooth, and delightfully sweet. She used nothing artificial or chemical. Every part of her body had only natural moisturizers and her own scent. Just the way he liked it. › Continue reading
The Day She’ll Never Forget
“This is a story that was written by both me and my friend, Part 1, this one, was written mainly by me, but the first half was more of a joint effort. Part 2 will be by him and so on. In full it’s about Seven Chapters. We hope you all enjoy it and hope you can really feel like your there!”
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The bright sun shinning outside on this hot summer Friday afternoon, starting to cool as the time heads towards evening, the day is almost over, thankfully. I sit inside the air conditioned casting office at my desk, staring down at files of actor and actresses that need to be filed and sorted. This isn’t where I want to be, why do Fridays take so long to be over? Alone in the office, except for my boss who is sitting in her office hidden away behind the closed door, probably on the phone with clients like she always is. Her office to my left, the front door leading out to the walkway and parking lot to my right, with my desk sitting just a bit closer to the outside. In front of me is a row of chairs against the wall where people wait to see my boss, empty right now, along with the walkway between those chairs and my desk. › Continue reading
The Dark Room Ch. 2
After a while, July woke up. She looked around the room trying to remember where she was. As her eyes focused on the mirror and the dildo shelf she remembered where she was. July sat up trying to figure out how long she had been asleep. Suddenly she realized that there was a light hitting her face and it was not coming from the candles.
July looked across the room, she saw an open door on the same wall that held the paddle and chains. She got up slowly working her way to the light. She peered inside and found a bathroom of which she was truly thankful. › Continue reading
The Auction
The day was to start as any other with the sun awakening her to the day”s tasks. Pulling a soft down pillow from beneath her head, she attempts to shroud the gleaming yellow orb from further wrestling her dreams from her mind. Unfortunately, she fails miserably as she is already coming out of her slumber. With a gentle flop to the side, she takes note that He has already risen and is off somewhere going about the morning’s duties. A heavy sigh fills her since she loves to be held upon waking. This was how her daily ritual usually began, but not on this morn. › Continue reading
The Basement
We had bought the old farmhouse several months after I had moved up there. It was beautiful…sitting on 6 acres, surrounded by trees, two-story, wrap around porch, lots of windows and space, and a great basement that could be refinished for a number of things. It needed a lot of work, but neither one of us minded. Jeff and I both wanted to fix it up together.
Our first nite, after we signed all the papers, Jeff brought home some wine and cheese and crackers; tossed some blankets and pillows in the car, and then tossed me in also. We drove the 45 minutes out to the house and not long after I got there he had the fire roaring and what we now refer to as our “bearskin rug” in front of it. The “rug” is a thick old blanket with a great big picture of a bear on it. It became a running joke between us, and there were many nights that we lay in front of the fire on that “rug”, talking, giggling, making love, or just lying quietly, enjoying each other”s company. › Continue reading
The Basement Ch. 04
Rick said, “I’m gonna eat her like that.”
Jared grabbed the remote and switched to the low level view from the foot of the bed. He zoomed in. My pussy filled the screen, slick and puffy. A tangle of red hung from my lips. My clit proud and erect, ready for more.
My eyes locked on the screen as I saw Rick’s tongue move towards my hood. He ran his tongue up and down my clit. It felt wonderful. I was transfixed by what I saw on the screen above me. I had never seen a view of myself like this before. It was highly erotic. I watched as he spit on my lips, then greedily licked them clean. I began to moan. › Continue reading
The Admin Ch. 02
“Tomorrow I want you to wear that dark blue suit of yours, and your suspenders, and a nice bleached white shirt, with the blue rep tie.” Jasmine fired off her orders like a drill sergeant while looking down at his helpless form. His cock was raging and she was pressing firmly on the head with her shoe.
“Wear your wing tips and some nice dress socks for me as well. Marcus, don’t bother wearing any underwear. No undershirt, no shorts and go buy some Patchouli Oil, you are to wear that everyday that is the only cologne you are to wear. Do you understand me? Tomorrow when you shower you are to shave your balls smooth, as far back to your ass hole as you can, and Marcus remember, if you disobey me, you’re toast. Is that understood?” She asked pausing for his reply. › Continue reading
Surprising Saturday
Like almost every Saturday I sit and relax in front of the TV watching Battlebots. After a vigorous two-hour work out, I’m usually pretty wiped out. Gretchen my girlfriend and soul mate usually comes home about halfway through the show. Today, the show is almost over when I hear her key enter the lock. She enters our two-bedroom apartment removing her shoes and heading towards the living room. She seems very chipper and has a huge smile on her face.
“How was your day?” I ask as she sits next to me on the couch. › Continue reading
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