Tiffany & Roger Ch. 1

Roger thought for a while before he made a decision. He had a great weekend with Tiff, but wasn’t sure he should stay or not. He still had plenty of vacation left, and didn’t need to be anywhere else.

He looked deep into her eyes, and saw the combination of need and hunger reflected there. She had told him how hard things had been, raising her boy by herself, dealing with the world as a single mom. He had come to care a lot about her, through her letters, and the sex charged weekend they just shared brought out another side of her that he really liked, too. Read the rest of this entry »

The Tub

I hurried in and started getting things ready. I knew you would be there soon, and wanted everything to be perfect. I had stopped at the florist and picked up some white blooming flowers, jasmine, tuberose, gardenia. The fragrance filled the house. The table was already set with candles, china and crystal, and the wine was chilling in a silver bucket. Dinner had been carefully prepared and was ready to be served.

I went through the house leaving some flowers in each room, and lighting candles, all jasmine scented, filling each room with an intoxicating aroma. I had candles surrounding the tub, and another bottle of wine chilling in the bathroom. Read the rest of this entry »

The Visit

I looked up from my book, baffled that I was really on a plane beginning its decent. Am I really doing this? I must have lost my mind.

It had started as a flicker of attraction. Seeing someone’s picture and thinking – now that is my definition of hot. Then I didn’t really think much else of it … he was halfway across the country and definitely out of my league.

At some point, we started talking. I honestly don’t remember what our first conversations were about. They weren’t regular – and still aren’t. Sometimes I think that is part of what I like – he’s busy with his life, and I’m busy with mine. I usually don’t find people without a life of their own, without goals and hobbies, attractive. Read the rest of this entry »

The Art Student

It’s sultry in the studio today, damn near stifling, just they way I like it when I work. There’s something about the discomfort that keeps my hands, my mind, my entire body on edge, the kind of edge I need when I’m creating. The air is full of dust from the soft pastels I’m using, and I’m practically covered in the stuff, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. This, as far as I’m concerned, is the only way for an artist to work.

The usual bland still life sits before me, the kind of insipid offering that I know is well beneath my ability. Still, there’s a certain charm in letting the professor believe she’s actually teaching me something I don’t already know. She recognizes my talent, but she holds me back because I have a big ego and a shitty attitude, and I know it. I think I deserve it, though, since this seems to be the only class I’ve stood out in during my four years of college. Read the rest of this entry »

Online Rendezvous

“(True story, it really is!)”

I met him online; I’d never met anyone online before, not really. There were a few times when I was a teenager, but mostly that, was just stupid fun, plus back then the internet was new so actually meeting someone from online in person was considered dangerous. Though now a days you hear about people meeting online and getting together all the time.

I’m fairly shy and all my girlfriends are either still married or too busy to go out to the clubs. Plus, I’ve met a few guys at the clubs, and none of them were any good, so I suppose we shall see what we shall see. Read the rest of this entry »

One Time Is An Accident

The first time happened when I went over to Bill and Roberta’s house to drop off a package. I had done the polite thing and called first, and Bill said to come over in about 15 minutes.

Roberta met me at the door, wearing her robe. I smiled a little, thinking my phone call may have interrupted a little morning delight for them. Ah, there was no Bill in sight, he must still be upstairs, waiting for Roberta to come back so they could pick up where they left off. I gave her the package and said “Gotta go, Roberta.” Read the rest of this entry »

In The Flesh

This whole situation is, well, weird. What on earth do I think I am doing? I really can’t believe that I am here today - it almost feels as though I am hitching a lift in somebody else’s body, just a passenger along for the ride. I have to periodically remind myself that this is for real, that it really is happening. But still it is hard to accept.

I have thought many times about meeting you in person, but something inside told me that perhaps it would be better just to keep things purely online. But the thought kept returning, each time with more insistence. Our mutual curiosity just grew and got the better of us. So we arranged this meeting, on neutral ground, to satisfy our curiosities once and for all. Read the rest of this entry »

Meeting You Ch. 1

My hands were shaking I was so nervous, although part of me knew I shouldn’t have been. There was an element deep down inside of my belly which somehow “knew” I was headed towards one of the most wonderful days of my life.

I didn’t know what to expect, I didn’t even know what you looked like let alone what you felt like in a physical form. I had spoken to you over the Internet, and we knew each other well enough to trust each other. But I didn’t know what to expect. I mean, I had thought about it. I couldn’t not think about it. The possibility of being with you and talking to you, hearing your voice. Your hands hot and warm, almost heavy on my skin. Your mouth so soft and wet on mine. I have dreamt about kissing you, opening my mouth against yours so that your tongue would gently brush and lick across mine in a most sensual and wanting manner. Read the rest of this entry »

Homecoming

For 12 long months you have been away. Working overseas. But now you are home and on your way here. As I quickly finish dressing I hear it. Your shovel head. The drag pipes sound off as you make your way up the street. I grab the bottle of Jack and head toward the front of the house. Everything is just as I planned. Candles burning, incense lit, and Bob Seger’s Traveling Man playing in the background.

I reach the front door just in time to see you walk in. Damn, is it possible that you are even more handsome and sexier looking than ever? Our eyes meet and my heart begins pounding in my chest as I walk past you and head for the kitchen to grab a couple of glasses. I feel your eyes following me, and I know you are pleased with what you see: black leather knee hi boots, stockings, garter, no panties. And you always loved me in the contrasting textures of leather and lace. Read the rest of this entry »

Home to Bed

You come home from work to find me completely naked. Without saying anything I take you by the hand and lead you to the bedroom.

The room is lit only by candles and the bedsheets are crisp - a beautiful aroma fills the air.

I stand just in front of you, my lips just a fraction from yours as I start to unbutton your blouse. You don’t know whether to kiss me or not as I edge your blouse off your shoulders.

I slide down your body not quite touching it and as my head reaches the waistband on your skirt I unzip it and let it fall to the floor. You can feel my hot breath on your skin and it feels good. Read the rest of this entry »