There is a long, still silence. Finally, you exhale slowly and speak.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” You hear my voice beside you.
“Yes. … I surrender… to you.”
You are blindfolded and tied to your own bed, secured by each ankle and wrist to the four bedposts. You are spread-eagled on your back, naked except for the exquisitely soft blanket covering you from shoulder to ankle.
You have just given up your choice to be untied, to be free. Now there are no safe
Lewis Shanklin was frustrated. It had been a year since his wife walked out on him and he hadn’t had good sex since. He hadn’t exactly had good sex with his ex-wife, but at least it was a regular supply of pussy without having to go through the charade of wining and dining a woman who might or might not put out. And his situation was worse still. He was in his mid-40s now and he wasn’t as fit as he’d been in his 20’s.
He only seemed to be able to get women his own
Damn! Damn! Damn! What an ass on that woman!!! She was not a big woman, probably not more than 5′ 4″ tall and I would guess that she might weigh 130. She had a modest sized waist, maybe 23 inches, was probably 36C on the top but her bottom … wow! I’ll bet it was 40 inches, maybe 42, maybe even bigger. And as round as a beach ball.
I had made it my business to check the figures of all the women in stores where I shopped. Mostly that just raised my libido, and gave me
I sat on the wide polished piano bench. Late afternoon sun cast striped shadows as it streamed through half opened blinds; golden motes of dust danced silently in the air.
He sat, as he always did, next to me.
Years ago, I had begged my mother to learn to play – we had a baby grand at home – and she finally relented.
I had started lessons with him three years before when I was fifteen; a month ago, I turned eighteen. I was a senior, so, in the fall, I would be going away to college and the
Rose McGuire was still somewhat amazed by the simple things that captivated her those days. She had been staring at a series of green vines and assorted flowers that had been painted on the wall of her cellar-apartment by the beautiful blonde girl sleeping next to her. It was hard to make out details by the ghostly light emitted by the television and its electric snow.
Charlotte had thought it would be a great way of “livening up” the place, and Rose had discovered that there were
*This is the 5th chapter of a story I began a couple of years ago and it’s been over two years since I published the last chapter. Please let me know what you think and as always comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated. Thanks and enjoy!*
Chapter 5 – Taming Sara
They were surprised to see the soft glow of television light coming from the living room. Usually Sara was an “early to bed, early to rise” prototype, even on weekends. The sisters walked quietly over to
I sat on the wide polished piano bench. Late afternoon sun cast striped shadows as it streamed through half opened blinds; golden motes of dust danced silently in the air.
He sat, as he always did, next to me.
Years ago, I had begged my mother to learn to play – we had a baby grand at home – and she finally relented.
I had started lessons with him three years before when I was fifteen; a month ago, I turned eighteen. I was a senior, so, in the fall, I would be going away to college and the
The thin curtains are drawn. The clean white sheets on the bed are luxurious. The delicate melody of the sea lapping against the shore outside is the perfect, never ending soundtrack for this special day together.
I am lying under your hands on my stomach, a small covey of pillows underneath my hips. I am slowly melting into a liquid pool from the feeling of your mouth as it licks and sucks and nibbles the soft alabaster skin of my little round ass.
You run a gently pressing finger slowly down
We moved, my daughter and I. We loaded up the a U-Haul ourselves. Everything was going great. We unloaded everything at the new house and returned the truck to the dealership in our newly adopted hometown.
But then my daughter fell face-first from a few feet up from the back of the truck with an arm full of moving blankets. You know, the kind that are used to protect furniture. She was carrying the blankets to their U-Haul office so that the dealer could count them.
But the fall broke both her
I teach at a small university in the Midwest, in a small town, the usual place where gossip spreads faster than the common cold. Those of you who live in one know exactly what I mean. My department moved into our new building after a year of construction and got two new secretaries about the same time. Our secretaries used to be spread all over the building, but now were concentrated in one room.
I used to enjoy flirting with the secretaries, but got in a bit of trouble with one who, even