Show your Lines

Tommy sent me shopping this afternoon without him. Knowing how I feel about shopping, I hope he didn”t have hopes of being too long alone. I looked at most of the stuff in the antique mall at least once, returned to haggle over a piece I might want, and went home almost empty handed. If it doesn”t pierce me to my soul or isn”t a tremendous bargain, the shops get to keep their merchandise.

I wonder why he wanted me out of the house. Probably one of his surprises. I wonder what he”s got in store for me this time. We made our lists of things we wanted to do with each other over the months of our enforced separation. This man has brought such joy to my life; I feel excited by his merest presence. A look from him, a word and my world begins to throb beginning between my legs. (more…)

To have finally found Him. He is my God on this earth, my holy representative of all I desire. Tall, strong, so masculine I catch my breath.

I mustn’t look directly at Him, so I gaze from lowered lids as He sweeps towards me. He is oblivious to my discreet stare, I know that in His minds eye He has visions to send us both to Hell. And I adore Him all the more for it. I follow, having finally submitted fully to this hideous angelic being, who brings me highest ecstasy through acts of abomination. (more…)

I remember the feel of the cool wall as it warmed against my naked skin. The wall was so important, my center and my focus. My breasts were pressed hard to the unyielding surface and I could feel you behind me. With my hands at the small of my back, bound at the wrist with the silk belt of my robe, I ached to turn, to move. This is the first thing I recall from my dream, with your fingertips grazing down my bare back.

The teasing touch along the spine, the warmer caress spanning my back, the feel of your palm connecting with my ass. The loud crack, the sharp sting, it makes me gasp and jerk against the wall. I am not afraid. The smile teases first at just the very corners of my lips, then it spreads, and my eyes glow with a sensual hunger as I try to turn. (more…)

She was 5′ 2″ and gorgeous. Her hair was past her waist and jet black and shiny. Her brown, almond shaped eyes twinkled, and her smile was dazzling. She filled out her tank top nicely with the dark brown nipples visible underneath. Her tight stretch pants hugged her hips and legs, showing off a great ass and thighs.

“And you are Ling,” Katherine said taking the woman into a hug and kissed her cheek.

“It’s so good to meet you.” Ling returned the hug and said in the slightest of accents,

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“This story will make more sense if you read “Marianne’s Fate” first.”

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Slate woke a few hours later. Marianne was still partially draped over him, her head on his chest and one leg thrown over his hip. The pleasure of her skin against his was unbelievable. He was so hard he ached. He thought about turning her over and taking her while she slept. Instead, he lay still, breathing deeply, willing himself to cool down. Making her wake up with a cock plunging into her is not going to help her accept her situation, he reminded himself. Slate carefully disentangled himself from her sleeping body, gently sliding her off his chest and himself out from under her leg. He smiled as Marianne grumbled a soft protest in her sleep. It was too much to hope that whatever unconscious attachment she had developed would persist when she awoke, Slate thought ruefully. She would probably wake up furious or terrified. He prefered furious. (more…)

It’s Saturday, at about noon. I pull up to your house, dressed spiffily in a shirt and tie. I hand you a dozen roses, and gently kiss your cheek. You look beautiful, dressed in your powder blue hoodie and sexy pants without back pockets. I tell you that you look great, better than I could have imagined. Even as I sit and write this letter to you, I imagine how you will look, and I know that my thoughts do your true form little justice.

We embrace, a warm hug, and our bodies hold each close, as if we will never let go. I feel the warmth of your breasts into my chest, and I feel happy and secure; you feel the tightness of my grip around your back, and enjoy the security as well. We both smile. (more…)