The First Time

It was breezy, starry March night. The breeze brought a slight chill to the air but I welcomed it with open arms. I was used to the weather in Florida but I missed the chilly night air that I was feeling at that moment. Even though it was breezy and chilly, I felt as though I were on fire, the flames burning deep within me like a forest blazing out of control.

The only thing I can blame that feeling on, is Brian. I was in his arms, feeling his warmth surround me, making me feel safe and aroused all at the same time. It was wonderful. I never thought I could feel this way before, this was a feeling I had only read and dreamt about for so long and now, it was really happening. I kept pinching myself to make sure it was real and not another dream. Read the rest of this entry »

Steam

Steam from the shower filled the entire bathroom. It was almost hot enough to sear her lungs when she stepped through the door and closed it quickly behind her. The damp heat prickled her skin as her clothing fell to the floor piece by piece, then quietly opened the door to the large tiled shower. More steam billowed around her as she slipped in, the outline of his body just visible. His head was bowed and water thundered down on his shoulders and back from the top jets, another splattered against the back of his legs, others sprayed his sides and chest. She loved this shower, it was sheer decadence, especially the sight of him in it. The sound of the door clicking shut caused him to turn, see her, and smile. Read the rest of this entry »

Rendezvous In New York

The woman”s hand trembles slightly she stirs her drink, staring into it”s swirling depths she wonders if the last 24 hours have been a dream and she”s just about to wake up before the good bit. More than a little jet-lagged, she”s glad she didn”t arrange to meet at the airport, the shower had done her the world of good and she wanted to look her best. She knew that the black dress set of her pale skin, so what if it was a little cold for off the shoulder, he”d love it.

Staring out the window as the lights of New York City twinkle below her she can”t resist swinging her feet, damn designer bars, no footrest and her feet don”t touch the ground. Smiling at herself she catches one of the guys at the other end of the bar as his gazes slides up her stockinged legs. Blushing she stops and signals the barman for another drink. Read the rest of this entry »

New Experience Ch. 4

My phone rang abrasively, dragging me out of a dead sleep. I fumbled around the headboard and found the receiver.

“Somebody better be dying,” I grumbled.

“Uh, oh. Something more learned. You not only hump my best friend, you’re grouchy in the morning as well. Oh, the things I’m putting down in my little book.” A cheerful voice I recognized brought me to slightly more wakefulness.

“Karen? What are you doing babbling at me at this time of day?”

“I wanted to know if you were interested in going to breakfast. I can tell I shouldn’t have called, though.” Read the rest of this entry »

Meeting Michael

We meet somewhere neutral, and I’m terrified that when you see me you won’t want me, but that’s not what happens You see me and I can see desire in your eyes as we sit across from each other trying to maintain a mundane conversation. Within minutes I’m squirming in my seat, avoiding your eyes because I keep losing my train of thought when I look into them, and at some point I just bluntly say that I want to go somewhere more private because I’m aching for you. We ride together to the private place, and I’m squirming in my seat, my breathing shallow, my eyes avoiding yours until you’re looking at the road, during which I absorb you, memorize you, then look away quickly when you catch me. I’m struggling not to touch myself, run my hands over my breasts, pull my clothing up and run my nails over myself, but I won’t do it (or I’ll ask you if I’m allowed to do it). As you park the car I become more agitated. Read the rest of this entry »

Homecoming Again

I can see you through the binoculars as the boat turns toward the pier. You are wearing a blue cotton dress with buttons down the front. Just the sight of you sends waves of desire through my body.

The time it take s to tie the boat up and grant liberty seems forever. Finally I make my was the pier and take you in my arms, our lips meet in an instant, and I kiss you long and deep as if my very life depended on this one kiss. You lean forward and whisper in my ear, “Take me home.”

I throw my bag in the back of the car and head out of the base as you snuggle up next to me and begin kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear. As we drive through the streets of the city, you continue kissing my neck and you unbutton the top buttons of my shirt and rub your hands across my chest. Your fingers pinch and tease my nipples. I put my hand on your thigh and massage the soft cotton of your dress. “I like the new dress,” I say. Read the rest of this entry »

Homecoming Surprise

I know you will be home soon and hurry to light the candles and incense I have set out, the ones that you enjoy the most. For my plan to work I have set out the frying pan and poured your favorite “soup in a can” in a pan and set the burners to low to heat up. I have been thinking of you all day, and dinner was the last thing on my mind. I want to be ravished by you, but I also need to feed you so I figure the soup in the pan is a good back up if my plan doesn’t work out.

I rush to our bedroom and try to find something to wear that looks like I have been dressed all day, but yet is really easy to remove. I find the sarong, and throw on a white blouse that ties in the front. I know it drives you wild when I don’t wear underwear and since driving you wild is my passion I leave them off and I go back down stairs. I stir the soup a few times, while my mind wanders of how your return will go, did you have a good day today? Since last we talked you were doing great. Was the drive hectic or was the traffic minimal? Would you be in the mood? Or would you be very hungry and want the soup?. Read the rest of this entry »

Wanda’s Story Ch. 27

It was a year of change for Wanda Catron. The first change was her lifestyle. After more than five years as a slave, her Mistress, Donna Mettert, had released her. Wanda, though, couldn’t be happier. She found she had grown as an individual, and no longer needed a Mistress-slave partnership. She was Donna’s equal.

The next change was status. She could no longer check “Single” next to her name. She had married Donna on December 1st, traveling to the state of Vermont to have her same-sex marriage be declared legal. Read the rest of this entry »

Thunder Crashes

It was finally Friday and Bridget was trying her best to get the hell out of Seattle. The trouble was, rain was coming down in buckets and traffic everywhere had slowed to a near-standstill.

This problem seemed to arise every time she and Michael tried to arrange a little tryst at his place upcoast. Michael had a cozy little cabin which overlooked the ocean near Everett. It had become the perfect getaway for the pair – a release from the hustle and hassle of the work week. Fresh air, the ocean at their feet, a cold beer or Irish coffee, depending on the weather, and plenty of time in bed always sent them back to the city refreshed. Read the rest of this entry »

This Is What Happened

This is What Happened:

A gal I met from an online chat a couple months ago invited me to come to her house for a little party. I had told her after we met in person, that I wasn’t interested in developing anything with her, but I would like to be buds with her if she was ok with that, and she said that would be cool. We had chatted online on many occasions about a variety of different things, and I had revealed some of my kinkier desires, and she has always encouraged me to just “go for it”. Read the rest of this entry »