The moment I saw her that autumn afternoon, I knew that I just had to have her. Sitting quietly in the shadows of the empty library, lit only by the lambent warmth of the reading lamp over the desk, her demure beauty ignited a fire in my soul that had been dormant for many centuries, and I knew that I must take her life force and make it my own. ooOoo I was born long before the present day in a small town in what is now R...
After breakfast, I didn't know what to do. I wondered what Case was going to do to Ted and Sandi. With Ted moving to California, he would have a harder time, but Sandi was here, so Case had easy access to her. I knew Case would not do anything that would put him directly in jeopardy, so what would he do? Case called me out sick from my work for a few days, so I had nothing to do. So, I decided to be domestic and clean the...
When I first decided to tell the story of ‘The Office Intern’, I had hoped the truth would have provided some freedom from the misery which ensued after Lisa started her senior year of high school. Admittedly, recalling that summer, with all the hope and possibilities we believed existed, was a sort of panacea. Reminding me of a magical time when two people existed just to love each other. But telling the story also reope...
No teenage boy deserves to see his girlfriend of less than a week getting backshots from her jock ex under the school’s bleachers. Unfortunately, everyone doesn’t get what they deserve. This tone wasn’t foreign to Cal and Michelle’s relationship. Teary-eyed, he confronted her on her porch later that evening, and she didn’t even have the decency to lie or deny it. With little emotion, she confessed and told him that she wi...
Mikhail Ivanovych Artemenko, to most people, was Mischa, a carpenter who lived in Toronto with his extended family. However, in another life, Mischa had been held in a Soviet prison for ten years. His father had been a dissident in Ukraine who moved the family to America, but Mischa had found ways to piss off the KGB in several corners of the earth throughout his life. When he was in prison, he did horrible things to surv...
Unless I want to get stuck taking a different exit, I better start moving over before I sail right past mine. My heart starts pounding fiercely as I signal my blinker to merge out of the express lane. So fierce in fact, that by the time I’m two lanes over it feels like my heart is going to beat right out of my barely covered breast. This is a feeling I’m well acquainted with, a feeling that has always stopped me dead in m...
When I was young and lustfully inclinedI set my sails to cross the wine-dark seasIn search of lands where lotus eaters lived,Seduced by tales of hedonistic joys;A world of myriad fleshly delightsAnd unrestrained sensual indulgence,Where I could gorge on luscious nubile fruitsIn endless days of sweet debauchery.With never a moment’s pause for regretOr backward glance to my days of childhood,Those happy days of guileless in...
As Jennifer looked around their ‘playroom’, she realised that George had been back while she was in the shower. Over a chair hung the dress, and on it lay a bra and panties. Jennifer smiled as she saw that George had left the toys of their playtime on sight for her to see. Did he want to test or discourage her? When she picked up the bra, it was exactly her size. The panties, however, were a size or two smaller. Jennifer...
When Jennifer woke up the following morning, a dull headache and a jumble of disconnected memories reminded her of a night out of her control. She had neither a watch nor her phone. The latter was in her bag. She had left it somewhere last night, in her rush to get fucked by bloody Steve. And afterwards, there was George. As Jennifer stood under the almost cold shower, she recalled his calm, resonant voice, and her body r...
However much the care of George and the spa bath had restored Jennifer, she was still partially drunk and shaken from her experience earlier in the night. Lying wide awake in the luxurious bed, she stared up at the ceiling, at the encased rail running from the ceiling’s centre to over the bed. It occurred to Jennifer that this room was meant for an invalid or paraplegic. But the pulley and steel hook was not over the bed,...
Jennifer heard the swish of the cane, and then it bit into her stretched up buttocks. She had promised herself not to, but it forced a howl out of her throat as her strung-up lower body convulsed, and a wave of superheat welled up into her in shock gaping cunt. And then she felt George’s hand stroking lovingly over the burning welt on her ass. Nevertheless, Jenifer knew it was far from over because while he caressed her s...
We talked the next morning, about our future, and about sex. It seemed more comfortable somehow after our night of fantasy. It had been three years since Michael moved on. Ever since the time Michael left us it was understood that Linda might take advantage of an opportunity to seduce a man she couldn't resist - that rare man who "gets" her and she considers "worthy" of her body. There had been only two of them, nearly a...
Linda motioned to Johnny to follow us as we left the bar. He walked between us, nervous but hopeful, unable to escape the unending, seductive lure of Linda's big brown eyes on him. We arrived at the elevator and waited for the doors to open. Once the three of us were inside, Linda touched the glowing button, the doors closed, and the elevator began its ascent... As I reached for the button above it, she stopped me and sho...
It was Linda's idea that the three of us go out together now and then. We'd travel a few hours to nearby cities on some weekends where there were new restaurants to discover, art galleries to visit, and outdoor festivals where she could show complete strangers how much she loved the company of her two men. I'm sure there were times when some might have tried to guess which of us was her lover after she put her hands on us...
As relaxed as our relationship became with Michael, I hadn't watched them in our bed. Fantasies of them fucking was one thing, but I wasn't sure I could see another man "have" Linda. I could manipulate my own fantasies as I pictured them, editing the moments of intimacy between them to suit my comfort level, but I was in a place where I feared watching them together might churn up those jagged shards of possessiveness an...
