I never asked for anything, I really didn't want you to know. Didn't want a commitment, Wanted to take it real slow. Just wanted for us to talk, To share and to learn. To become friends we could count on Before anything else would burn. I didnt want a week or a month, No, I wanted so much more.Wanted to build something to last. Something we could hold on to.Wasn't looking for anything casual. Or the mighty SLAM! BANG! I w...

As the sun blazed down from the middle of a cobalt blue sky and I watched the green and fertile Adelaide Plains slip slowly past the window, I knew I'd made the right decision. For the last three weeks I'd snaked my way round the coast and hinterlands of New South Wales and Victoria with nothing but a rucksack and my best friend Gemma for company. We'd started in Sydney, made our way loosely in the direction of Melbourne,...

As I wake up, I hear that you're in the shower again. It was one hell of a night and I've decided I like dominating you. Just the memory of how I fucked your throat, pussy, and ass and then made you expose yourself is making me excited all over again. Even better, you loved every fucking minute of it. You enjoyed the handcuffs. Fucking your face made you wet. You wanted my dick in your ass. You were my slut. Oh yes, I wan...

Drew rose from the bed. His heart was still beating hard. He walked to the wardrobe, selected the newest pair of bikini briefs he owned and pulled them on. Next out came his moleskin trousers. He wanted to dress nicely for Tess. Moving the sheep wouldn't be that dirty a job. A new cotton shirt was pulled over his head and tucked in at the waist. The brown leather belt and his going to town boots. Seeing himself in the mir...

Drew woke the next morning and was sure he still had the smile on his face. He quickly dressed himself in work clothes, checked the time, 7:45am, and padded down the hall to the kitchen in his socks. He found the phone directory and wrote down the name, number and address of a smash repair shop and the local dealer for the particular make of car that lay at the bottom of his drive. He wrote a note: "Feel free to use the t...

Andrew Bishop flicked the switch to turn on the exterior lights, opened the front door and stepped out on to the wide verandah of his century old farmhouse. He leant his shoulder on the verandah post and sloshed the last of the red wine in the glass that he'd carried out with him, raised it to his lips and drank the small mouthful. He didn't drink much, but did enjoy a glass or two of good local product on most Sunday eve...

I worked for a graphic designer in the Upper West side of Manhattan. I was working on going to school to become one myself. I was in my second year, and had gone to a Vocational High School, and majored in Graphic Communications. I made sixteen dollars an hour, and did little designs here and there for small companies around the city. I had gained a spot on the team, not officially a graphic designer, but doing what they...

I really certainly didn't want to back out. I mean, I was a little drunk, maybe a little high too, but I was damned excited, and the night started by the desire to have more fun. So here I am, about to stare fun in the face. I had already made my mind up, that if this was going to happen, then it should happen the way I wanted it to. Best thing to do now, is take control of the situation and enjoy the show. “Debbie? Would...