I had been waiting for months for an opportunity to try my new contraption out.
Let me back up a little. I am what you would consider a bondage addict. I have always thought of it as being taboo thoughts so I am about as much a closet bondage addict as one can get.
For years I would buy adult magazines and have to go to really sleaze places to find what I wanted, then I was so embarrassed having them I would hid them in cracks and crevices I’d find around my living quarters so no one
I hadn’t seen Mick in over ten years. But those blond curls, the muscular shoulders, even from the back I knew it was him.
“Hey stranger…” I said.
He turned to face me. Time stopped, just for an instant, and then he smiled.
“Hey back.” I had forgotten about that grin. Sexy, cheeky, it could get him out of absolutely anything. “It’s been a long time. What are you up to these days, missy?”
“I moved. You will never guess where to
My husband and I were on a weekend trip to Las Vegas for a wedding a few weeks ago, when something happened that changed my way of thinking about sex with another woman.
We had the evening to ourselves and were going out for dinner and a show.
While walking through the mall area of one of the mega casinos, I spotted a beautiful bar that had red leather chairs, a deep red lighting, and a lighted backdrop to the bar that had clear bottles that constantly changed patterns and colors. The whole
John and Paula had been going like rabbits in the weeks since she had seduced Robert. Paula had thought she might regret everything, but in the end it made her closer to John and she felt suddenly more liberated.
John at first had been so excited about hearing about Paula’s adventure with Robert that he couldn’t resist her.
He found himself suddenly pulling her out of the shower and fucking her on the bathroom floor in an excited rush.
Also Paula had told John that she would do
“What’s going on? Are you gay?” The words tumbled from my mouth. Once we recovered from our impromptu lovemaking bout, or at least I hoped it was lovemaking, we settled back into my bed, our backs against the headboard. Orrin kept his eyes downcast and appeared to be looking for a response to my questions. “Well?” I prompted.
Orrin cleared his throat, “No.”
“No? Then what going on? Why me? Why now?” My chest was beginning to hurt. Was I some
Chapter One: Unrecognizable.
“I don’t usually drink,” said the woman in the passenger seat, and the voice was just as slurred as it had been when she said the exact same sentence a half hour ago.
“I know,” I replied, keeping my eyes on the road and being extra careful, because even though I had very little to drink and would pass any breathalyzer test, the last thing I wanted to do was to have to do stupid human tricks on the side of the road for a state trooper.
Tuesday night. Quiet. I am sitting in an overstuffed striped chair by the window, a streetlight spreading a candle like glow over the pages of the book I’m reading. Hardly anyone here and it is quiet, except for the sound of my stockings scraping against each other when I shift my thighs, which I am doing frequently, given the content of the book I am reading. My face is warm with arousal, I’m torn between raising the book to hide myself and lowering it to hide the cover, embarrassed at what I
Dileep had just moved to the new city and was staying in a guest house which was close to the house of his friend Amar and his pretty wife Sonali. His association with Amar had been quite old. Amar had married Sonali about 5 years back and like everyone else Dileep too had been taken in by Sonali’s beauty, good nature and exuberance.
Although 30 years old, Sonali still looked as if she had just completed college and did not look a day older than 21. She was one of those rare girls who due
Prudence in the Big City
2 April 1911
New York City
I watched her place her carpetbag down next to a wooden cart on the train platform. I had been waiting for an hour to collect a shipment from “a friend” in Baltimore without a sign of my package. The girl I spied was taller than most and even in her country garb the outline of her large “virtues” shown through the simple fabric that covered her slim but sturdy frame.
The bulk of the guests and servants, assigned to pick
He had never told me his name.
That realization hit me suddenly, forcefully, as I hesitated in the doorway of the large, immaculate, well-appointed suite. The very upscale hotel clearly lived up to its advertising — which used words like “discerning tastes,” “classically comfortable,” and even “the ideal destination for enjoyment of discrete leisure activities.”
No wonder he’d chosen it.
“You seem surprised to be here,” he said softly,
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