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Memory or fantasy?
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Three sentences
Read moreTrifecta inspired me earlier this weekend to write this post. It also inspired L to challenge me. This three-sentence story specifically is about L and me: Her hair was wet, her body still soapy, when he entered the shower.When he…
Harassment
Read moreThe other day, I wrote about Jade Moreyand all the nasty, filthy things I imagined doing with her and, in particular, her doing to me. I offended at least one reader whose politics are different than mine. Sorry. If you…
Coffee shop
Read moreShe sits across from me. Her hair is black, curly, pulled back tight in a chignon. Her eyes are hazel. She looks distracted. She wears black leggings and brown boots, a black v-neck t-shirt and a light blue sweater, unbuttoned,…
A three-hour blowjob
Read moreIs it really too much to ask for? This, actually, is my holy grail. Or maybe my holy grail is a four-hour blowjob. Or longer. There are a couple of obstacles to its achievement, however: 1) Life. Like, who has…
Image
Read moreI see her through the shop window. Her hair is blonde, curly, long. Her eyes, blue, clear. Her body’s curves capture me. She is the image of Beauty. I am paralyzed by her – she has teeth, a smile, a…
Sensory deprivation
Read moreWhat is it about sensory deprivation? I imagine you with your senses limited to touch, taste, and smell – and cognition. You are blindfolded, hands tied, legs tied, earphones in your ears. All you know about what I’m doing to…
A spanking
Read moreThe phone rang. “Get in my office!” The secretary walked into the boss’s office. “What happened to that presentation I left for you to copy?” “Presentation? What presentation?” “The presentation. I e-mailed it to you at 10 this morning.” “You…
Submissive sought
Read moreGentle dom seeks sub for playful relationship. No pain, humiliation. Just sensual good times. She wrote back an hour after the ad was posted. She was, she said, 21, brunette, buxom. She sent an unimaginably hot picture. Exotic-looking, olive-skinned, long…
Distant rendezvous
Read moreI sit in the bar, waiting. It’s dark. The piano player is in his cups. My phone vibrates with your text: “I’m at the airport. Be there shortly.” I told you what to wear (a tiny black dress, heels, thigh-highs,…
A fantasy of mine….
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