Show your Lines

“Honey, I’m home!” my husband, Darren, shouted from the living room. I heard some scuffling noises in the living room, followed by “where are you?”

“In here,” I answered. I lay curled up seductively on our king-size bed, wearing a new sheer black negligee. As he rounded the corner to find me, I saw his green eyes light up.

“You look amazing,” he said. “I can tell you were thinking the same dirty thoughts that I was all day long.”

This was our fourth wedding anniversary, and we had promised each other to spend it at home, just us, together. He came over to the bed, sat down, and began to stroke my long, dark hair. (more…)

We sat in silence watching the sun paint the horizon with brilliant brushstrokes of purple, orange and rosy red; its hues reflecting in the waters of the bay outside the window. It was a silence bourne of contentment and a comfortableness in one another’s presence that transcended the need for words. It was a gesture of respect for the glorious display outside the window.

Silently and unobtrusively, the waiter filled our wine glasses again. Reaching for mine, I glanced across the table at my Guardian and smiled, lowering my eyes as I did so. It seemed nearly impossible that an entire year had passed since I had first given this man the gift of my submission. We had known each other and been best friends, soul mates and lovers for years, but with the gift of my submission, a fullness and sense of completion entered our relationship. I could barely remember a time when we were not united in this way. Setting my wineglass on the table, I instinctively raised my hand to my throat, feeling for the collar that should have been there. There was none. A small, audible sigh escaped my lips. (more…)

“I want to take you somewhere that you’ve never been before, Tali…”

Tali. That’s me. It’s short for Talisa, but no one calls me Talisa except for my mother. She and I have never seen life eye-to-eye: she is all about business and manners and coldness; I, on the other hand, am all about fun and sex and being relaxed. Up until recently, I didn’t really understand how fun and sex and being relaxed could intertwine in my life quite so well. Not until I met … him.

“Him” is known in his business and familial circles as Christopher. His close friends call him “Chris” … I call him “SC”. It stands for ‘Sexy Chris’ but I said that so much that it gagged my friends, so I just call him “SC”. They still roll their eyes, but in truth, it’s because they’re jealous. My best friend, Martha, said that “SC” stands for Santa Claus, and I had to laugh at that notion because Chris is always giving me gifts: the gift of his attention, the gift of his affection, but most of all, the gift of that magnificent body of his! (more…)

It was early 1998, a few years before terrorism changed the world forever with the attacks on New York and Washington. Air travel was safe and I gazed excitedly out of the aircraft at the vast desert below wondering what experiences awaited me in the year to come. As the plane banked to prepare for landing a shiver ran through me as I thought of my family and friends left far behind. Here I was, 28 years old and still single, about to land in a friendly Middle East country to nurse at the hospital for the next twelve months. Seven years of hard work at the understaffed hospital at home were now behind me. The money offered to relocate for this job was too much for me to resist, with little to spend it on I could save and return home with a large deposit for my own home. (more…)

“Hey, Tom…er Mr. Fairchild. Did you catch the Ajax ad in the Trib?” Bob Haml stuck his head in the door of the walnut-paneled conference room.

Tom Fairchild looked up from the papers on the table and grinned. “Yep. Star night. The wicked wheel strikes again. I’m on the wheel committee this quarter so I was a witness. I wish I could tell you the name of the lady with such bad luck.”

“Our Marsha?” Bob asked incredulous. “There are rumors…” Marsha Voltman was the firm’s receptionist, lovely to look at with a body to die for and a pleasant disposition. (more…)

Saturday night has become our weekly get-together night with a pair of other couples we know. Lauren and I are board game aficionados, so it’s an excuse to crack open new games, revisit old ones, or just socialize for the evening. Since we have the biggest house, we’ve been hosting the gatherings for a few months. We have a little conversation, a little drinking, some good-natured fun; all in all, it’s a relatively sedate time.

There’s also a bit of history with this group as well. Whenever the six of us get together with our larger group of friends, alcohol flows freely and inhibitions drop quite a bit. Drunken games of Truth or Dare have led to seeing each other in various states of undress, people bumping into each other “accidentally”, things like that. At one party, the six of us ended up sharing a large room as crash space and in the dark the soft, wet sounds of sex were clearly evident from each of the couples. We’re hardly swingers, but we’re not prudes either. That said, our group of friends aren’t aware of the kind of relationship Lauren and I developed. No one is, really. The kinds of games Lauren and I play, being a newly adopted lifestyle for us, aren’t exactly public knowledge. Moreover, our playing (as with our relationship) had started getting more serious as we explored each other. (more…)