There’s a standard joke when the UK is hit with cold weather – that we’re utterly unable to cope. Even a sprinkling of the white stuff brings the road and rail networks virtually crashing to a halt. Schools close, people can’t get to work, supermarkets are swamped by panic buyers and tabloids declare ‘SNOWMAGEDDON!’
Despite this, young people still go out clubbing wearing virtually nothing. I can remember Christmas and New Year’s Eves in my late teens,
It had been one of those kinds of days from the moment she woke that morning. Murphy’s Law was alive and well; everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. Beginning with her oversleeping because everyone else in the house was still in dream land, running late to work because she had to stop for gas and then getting pulled over by the police for running a red light (she swore the light was yellow), spilling her coffee on her white blouse… the list went on.
By lunch time, her nerves were
She passed Fifth Street and checked her watch, right on schedule and thankfully the crossing light was on her side this morning so she eased across the intersection without having to stop. Music from her IPod spurred her on as she rounded the corner on Jackson Avenue, in the home stretch now. The warm early May morning sun at her back, she could see the entrance to the building at the end of the city block and urged herself to push a little harder.
Picking up speed, her music was drowned out by
The sun sneaks through the blinds and one of the warm rays reaches down to caress my cheek. I yawn and stretch, rolling over onto my stomach quietly so as not to wake you. I smile remembering the party we had last night…good friends and lots of wine. My eyes flutter open and I greet the new day, propping myself up on my elbow to watch you for a bit. You lie peacefully next to me, sound asleep, unaware of my eyes skimming over your body.
I watch your chest rise and fall rhythmically as you
They had been married for several years and their sex life had been wonderful, although less frequent since the children had arrived. Candace loved to fuck, there was no question about that, she enjoyed every kind of sex her husband and she had shared, but it had become insufficient because of the infrequency.
Donald worked a lot to support them and she found herself having to masturbate to make up for her lost lover, she needed to cum at least 5 times a day and she felt insatiable.
One day, as
Feeling that deep thrill, that slow burn that seems to consume, that long deep obsession with being worshiped. I have him on his knees now, he is complacent, docile….he is submissive. It was not always this way. We began with a completely old fashioned relationship, with no power exchange. We were blind to the Ecstasy of submission, innocent of the line between pleasure and pain.
His hand wrenching against the ropes, that familiar red and white striping on his wrists. I trailed a long cat
You greet me with a nod and a glance. I know I have to obey your instructions and walk into your room silently.
I stand there as you walked around me, touching my clothes, a single finger tracing my form. Standing face to face, you grab the collar of my shirt and, expressionless, you rip it open and shred it from my body.
Without even looking down you grasp my skirt and tear it open, letting it fall to the floor at my feet. I do not take my eyes off of you, even though my heart is trying to
A little before eight PM, the phone rang. I picked it up and said, “Hello.”
On the other end of the line, a breathy female voice asked, “Can I speak to Rad, please?”
Rad is my internet name and a pen name I use when I write erotica. Very few people know that name and the few who do, know my real name. “Uh, this is Randy, can I help you?”
There was a short silence and then a throaty laugh. “If you are the one that wrote the wonderful sexy stories I
i wonder, Sir…
What if we had the opportunity to meet somewhat regularly and each session went beautifully for both of us?
What if i waited for you in a lovely hotel room one summer evening?
What if i put on the little blue plaid mini-skirt and white blouse, white stockings, and little lace bra and panties you’d left for me, and put my hair up in a nice ponytail, as you’d requested?
What if i laid out all the toys we’d need on a side table for your use on me: dildoes,
Going through emails was normally quite tedious when you owned a website. Joseph’s website, however, was a niche site that only attracted specific viewers, so the emails he received were very specific, and much more interesting.
He scanned the list until he found the one that interested him. It was from Marie, his current client. She confirmed that everything was a ‘go’ for tomorrow night. Joseph smiled. Marie was a hot and horny one. This was going to be fun.
His website