Your arms wrap around my waist and I lean against you, feeling the safety of your hard warm chest against my back.You whisper into my ear, “I’ve missed you.”“And I you,” I say, turning and snaking my hands around your neck.“Did you have a good day?”“Mmm,” I mumble, inhaling your scent, your wonderful intoxicating scent. Here, in your embrace, I feel secure, protected, at home.I lean closer, breathing in deeply as you pull...
I don’t know what stirs me from my sleep, but when I groggily open my eyes you are already on me, your calloused hand covering my mouth, the weight of your body pinning me down. Before I even have time to react, your other hand is between my legs, spreading them, pulling the cotton of my panties aside to expose my pussy. “Not a peep little girl, I know you’ll like this,” you growl low in my ear, pushing forward, forcing y...
“Fuck!” Mr. Callahan’s raised voice can be heard through the closed door, accompanied by a heavy fist landing on the desk. “Fuck!” Even louder this time. I tense. Something has gone very wrong during the conference call he’s just had. It’s late. No one is left at the office but the two of us. We’ve been waiting for the Japanese to call. I chance his temper by opening the door, peeking in. Mr. Callahan sits, hands fisted i...
The whirring of the motor is comforting. Finally, after a day that seemed to go on forever, I’m on my way to meet my wonderful man, my Sir, Mr. Callahan. For the first time we have a real date, in a restaurant. All our previous interactions have taken place in the office. Not that I would ever complain. I’m a lucky, lucky girl to have gained the notice of such a perfect specimen of a man. As for the pleasure he’s given me...
“Here’s to Sophie.” Brian raises his glass in salute to me. “And to her newly renovated flat.” “Hear, hear,” Jonathan concurs as we clink our three glasses. The bubbly tickles my nose when I sip it. “Are you so ready to get rid of me?” I tease. “Of course not, beautiful,” Brian says and envelops me in a bear hug, making my tiny frame disappear in his embrace. “We’re just happy for you, that you’re getting your apartment b...
I can’t stop thinking about him: his touch, his scorching gaze and deep voice, his teeth sinking into my flesh. Hmm, God, those teeth, penetrating my skin, the small pop when it gave way, the short moment of pain and then that magical heat surging through me. My fingers trace the twin circular scars below the collar of my t-shirt, the proof that my memories are not a dream. I rub my thighs together trying to relieve some...
“Are you sure about this?” I ask my husband for the millionth time, afraid that we're stepping over a line that will forever ruin us. Certain lines can’t be uncrossed once they’ve been crossed. “Yes I am, I want to see my slut wife in real action,” he whispers hotly in my ear, nibbling it for emphasis, a sure sign he’s aroused. I remember it well, that night when we’d had a bit too much to drink. It had been our twelfth a...
“Miss Steel, I need you in my office,” Mr. Callahan says, passing my desk on the way to his office. There is nothing unusual about this request, but something in his tone makes me pause. “Now, Miss Steel!” His voice is stern, clipped. “I don’t have all day. And bring the statistics on the Garfield-Jonson merger.” I jump up, collecting my notebook and pen as well as the merger documents. “Of course, Sir. On my way, Sir.” I...
The tequila burns going down my throat, making me grimace. I quickly bite the lemon to quell the taste in my mouth. “Aargh… that’s just horrible Cindy,“ I shout to my friend, battling to be heard over Prodigy’s ‘Breathe’ blaring from the speakers. Cindy signals the bartender for another round. "No way, Cindy. Tequila just goes to my head. It makes me do stupid things.” Cindy grins broadly, eyes twinkling with wicked humo...
"It's so good to see you." My friend Cherry throws her arms around me. "It's going to be so much fun catching up with you." "Yes it will. I'm so happy you invited me for the holidays. It was either spending Christmas with you and Gary or home alone with my fish." "I know dear. Christmas has been rough on you since your mother passed." She gives me a sympathetic look. "And we've been trying to meet up for ages. I'm so happ...
Not far from my home is my favorite hideaway. It's situated in the most perfect little bookstore run by an eccentric old lady, who’s always telling tales of her wild, crazy days. She always puts a smile on my face and she makes the most delicious earthy black coffee, which almost curls the tongue. I'm sitting in an old high-backed armchair in a little nook in the rear of the store. I’ve kicked off my shoes, curled up my l...
It's been days since my tryst with Mr. Callahan in the filing room and I'm starting to get anxious. Not one word from him about what happened, just business as usual. We have been preparing for a big meeting with the Trelawneys that will be a deal breaker and been rather busy with that, but not one comment, not one heated look, just cold proficiency. What does that mean? Maybe it was only a one-off for him. Perhaps he nee...
"And then he continued eating me out with the gusto of a starving man." I snort at Sarah's choice of words, shaking my head at her brazenness. It's the Monday afternoon coffee break at work and, as usual, Sarah the resident slut, tells everybody, whether they want to hear it or not, about her weekend adventures. "Sarah, can you please be a little more discreet. Some of us just want to drink our coffee, not hear about your...
The club is dark. The heavy beat of the music resonates with the ache inside me. I can't stop thinking about him. About his words. I shift in my seat and try to ease some of the ache by rubbing my thighs together. He wants to meet in person. Do I want that? Yes screams my newly awakened body. No, says my sensitive heart. I know this man will be able to destroy me. He will devour me. He may also make me feel more alive tha...
I don't know why I let Laura talk me in to coming to this place. It's so not my thing. I feel weird in this outfit too, with thigh high boots, short pleated black leather skirt and a matching bustier. What was I thinking? "It will be exiting," Laura had said giggling. "Something you will never forget in your whole life." I'd argued against it, saying I didn't need this particular experience. Then Laura had hit me with the...
