“Yes, Sir,” she says, but she waits until he pats his leg before she moves. Then she stands, steps into position beside him, waits again. He lets her stand a minute, runs his hand down her arm, touches her hip, her thigh. His touch is so impersonal, “as if I were a horse,” she thinks. … Continue reading A Touch of Fantasy, Part 2

What goes up must come downSpinnin' wheel, got to go roundTalkin' 'bout your troubles, it's a cryin' sinRide a painted pony, let the spinnin' wheel spin https://youtu.be/SFEewD4EVwU A Touch of Fantasy "Come here," he says. "What?" She doesn't look up from the computer, finishing the email she's drafting. But when he doesn't respond, that gets … Continue reading Current Mood

If you're just now starting, the actual beginning is here. He didn't leave her waiting long. He knew that she was suffering and he he wanted the pain to lift her suffering, not let it take hold and settle in. So he moved the chair to put himself in position, doubled the belt over so … Continue reading Thoughts in April, Page 14

If you're just now starting, the actual beginning is here. She heard his footsteps, heard him walk by and set the tray on the table next to his chair. She didn't have to see it to know it would have an assortment of crackers and cheese, thin sliced ham and prosciutto, a small bottle of … Continue reading Thoughts in April, Page 13

He controlled the pace completely, holding her still on his lap, his hands on her hips. He began to move his hips, impaling her more deeply on his cock. She was overwhelmed with sensation. "Pinch your nipples," he said. She hesitated, but just for a moment. Then she put a hand to each breast. She … Continue reading Thoughts in April, Page 12

"Come here," he said, lifting his hand off his neck, allowing her to pull away, releasing his cock from her mouth. He pulled her up so that she was over his knee, her body stretched diagonally across his lap, her head resting on the edge of his lap. This effectively raised her ass over his … Continue reading Thoughts in April, page 11

If you're just now starting, the actual beginning is here. "Very slowly," he said, "lower your mouth and let your tongue touch me. Not the tip, just the flat part of your tongue." As she followed this direction, letting the taste of him fill her, he smiled. "Such a good girl," he said, stroking her … Continue reading Thoughts in April, page 10

{I know, it's not April anymore! But I think I'm stuck with this silly title. I had no idea this would turn into a saga...} If you're just now starting, the actual beginning is here. He stood, and took her hand, as if she were a child. It seemed surreal to her, that she was … Continue reading Thoughts in April, page 9

In that moment, there was nothing she wanted more than to kneel in front of him and taste his cock. Lick it thoroughly, suck it into her mouth, taking it deeper until it struck the back of her throat, making her gag. It always amazed her how much she loved that. But, “Not yet,” he … Continue reading Thoughts in April, page 8

“Good girl,” he said, and it was obvious he was really pleased. “Come. Over the arm of the chair please, yes, like that.” She was familiar with this position, draped over the arm of his chair, ass up. He stood at her side. Pulled the ottoman over so the instruments - the wooden spoon, the … Continue reading Thoughts in April, page 7