I know a letter is old school, but there's something about the tactility of paper. A physical connection you can't get from email or text. It warms me to think that the very paper you're holding right now has been in my hands, beneath fingers that yearn to one day touch and hug you for real. But I'm getting ahead of myself already. You have that effect. Like all good letters, this one starts with a confession: I'm inexpli...

  Saint Valentine’s Day has many misconceptions and murky history.  V day is an age-old event where people express their love for those who loved, romanced and were turning point in life. This is a popular event in the western world. I appreciate those who loved and admired. V day is an event that reminds me of those who want to be loved, and have the desire to enjoy. Those who have a dream to have a love of their life an...

Kat pulled into the driveway after a long day at work. She gathered up the groceries she'd picked up from the store on the way home and made her way to the house. She opened the door to find a kitchen chair sitting out of place in the entryway.  Straight away she knew what this meant.  On the upright of the chair was a note. She ignored it, walking straight past the chair and its contents, lugging the groceries to the kit...

“Meet me for dinner Be there at eight, Wear no panties And don’t be late.”   He ordered for me Oh what a treat, His hand slid up my thigh And I squirmed in my seat.   When dinner was over  He lead me out, Pinching my ass He warned, “Don’t pout.”   He snapped on the leash And lead me to door, He opened it up And pushed me to the floor.   “Kneel before me slut, Tell me who you serve. Please me now, Or I will give what you d...

She was asking for it. With that smug little smile and hand on her hip. Oh, she was going to get it. With that sheer, practically transparent nightgown and lacy panties. He didn’t know it yet, but she was ready. And he was going to give it to her.It was 6 o’clock, which meant Justin should be home any minute. Dinner was on the table, candles were lit, Erin was dressed - or at least half-dressed - and she shivered in antic...

“How does that feel, sweetheart?”Sam’s muscles undulated under my touch like waves in the ocean. This was the second time I had given him a real massage, and I could tell that it was long overdue. He was just as stiff as before—maybe even more. My slender but strong fingers kneaded and pushed against him, relieving him of all that tension. His body lay comfortably on my massage table, and his skin was shiny from all the o...

Robert stood up and started to clear away the plates whilst Catherine moved back into the kitchen to finish off the cooking and start serving up.“Do you want a hand?” asked Alice.“No, no, you stay seated; it won’t take long to plate up, Robert will help. Besides which, you are our guest tonight,” replied CatherineCharles watched her arse as she turned and walked into the kitchen, moving behind the breakfast bar area. Cath...

The next few weeks were spent straightening out the apartment and going to work. Neither Alice or Charles saw many of the other occupants of the block and when they did it was in the underground car park as people went to and from work. They bumped into Catherine and Robert a few times and met the other two couples who lived in the apartments on their floor.The other couples were Michael and Lucy who were of similar age t...

When we were married, Bev and I had a Sunday morning routine. On waking up, I would rub her ass and say, "Ten minutes.” I would zip to the downstairs bathroom, brush my teeth and shower. Meanwhile, in the en-suite bathroom of our bedroom, Bev would douche, brush her teeth and shower. Ten minutes later, I would be back in bed and, when she joined me, we’d commence to sixty-nine. I’d always enjoyed receiving blow jobs and d...

A couple of months after Clarisse and I became a couple, a Navy chaplain, along with Clarisse’s husband’s commanding officer, appeared on our doorstep to inform us that her husband had been killed in a training accident. With special ops everyone died in training accidents, no one was ever killed in action because those actions were classified. We buried him on a Thursday morning with all the military fanfare a fallen Tea...

You get home from a long day at work, tired and ready to see me. Walking in you can't help but inhale deeply, as you smell dinner cooking in the kitchen. Heading for the kitchen you hear me humming away and smile softly. "I'm home," you call out rounding the corner to see me. I'm dressed in a black nighty, skimpy and see through. My hair is done up and my make up is just enough to show off my best features. I spin around,...