Anton had always wanted to play a woman. A talented cellist, he had occupied principal chair in the city’s symphony for the past three years. Music was his life, but this, his douleur exquise, was a burning tattoo on his soul. An unrequited craving that created a bottomless ache in him that he tried to satisfy with his cello but never could. Play her like a musical instrument. Bring exquisite music from her, wringing sens...

I was awoken by the soft touch of a beautiful woman's lips. I opened my eyes. “Hi Helen, that's not fair," I whispered. "What isn't?" "You wake up and still look like a fashion model." "You're very good for me, Tony," she whispered, and kissed me tenderly. "Did you enjoy last night?" "Oh my, it was another world. It was everything, Tony. Romantic, sensual, intimate, so intimate. I never would have even imagined it." "Woul...

Learning ways of Her Finger tips slid slowly down her mouth, lightly grazing over her lips. She ached to lick, at least one, but she knew the rules. As those fingers continued down her naked body, achingly slow, ever so sweet and tender. She wanted to move, to get something but she knew, though. The consequences were far worse than what she was receiving, even right now. She breathed deeply, wanting to return her inner fo...

“Why?” “I can’t say, Maria.” “But, Tony, I ……” I cut her off and walked out of the room. I didn’t trust her. I decided to hold fire. I’d keep an eye on developments. Luckily Brady had come to the office and was checking some information on the Hartford job with Barry. They called me as I passed and asked me to sit in with them. “Tony, Brady is looking for information on these,” Barry said pointing at his computer screen,...

Crying alone in my cold, empty bed, Your pictures spin in my head. Darling, I yearn for your tender touch, The distance between us hurts too much. ♡ No cyber love can match your kiss, It's not just your touch that I miss. Please hurry home to me, I need your warmth desperately. ♡ I promise I'll be your good girl, Proving you're my entire world. I'll kneel for you by the door, Eager to feel you deep inside my molten core....

It starts with silence A smile Then two A word A laugh The whisper of a knuckle Against the back of a hand The scrape of a chair Pushing back Heels tapping While dancing ❤️ The woosh of a skirt twirling The swish of a tie Coming loose from a collar The five o’clock shadow That scratches a cheek The car door slamming The house door squeaking ❤️ A zipper sliding Her dress gliding A buckle, a button His zipper purring ❤️ A g...

Kate stood there as her eyes focussed on a black door on the other side of this uninspiring London street. It had a gold number seven on it, and beneath it, a huge brass knocker. It matched the photo on the bespoke playing card, which she was currently twiddling in her fingers. It was the Ace of Hearts. She glanced at it once again, and read the words on the card, and smiled. Each rotation had brought further clarity… thi...

She loves me For who I am. Through the good stuff, And bad stuff! She never turns her back on me. Her kisses are like the sweetest desserts. I long to be with her every day. Every second I am not with her is bad. She has me addicted to her love. She loves me like no one else can. And for that, I will Always be thankful to her.

“How much cheese would you like on your eggs?” Luke asked as he flipped the omelet. The scent of fried onions and peppers filled the kitchen. “Do we have goat cheese? I love lots of creaminess in the morning,” Erin replied, then laughed at her own entendre as she sipped her coconut cream and Bailey’s latte at the table. Her silk robe was wrapped loosely around her slender frame. She had purchased the short kimono-style ro...

Antonio is my boyfriend. I thought that he liked it when I was in control, but one night he changed that and showed me what being a submissive woman is like. It is a night I will always treasure. I open the door to our house. It smells like vanilla. Everything is nice and clean. Antonio has pink roses in the living room. He knows they are my favorite. "Do you like it, Brenda?" he asks me. He is wearing a blue suit. It sho...

Clutching the dirty shirt you left behind, I breathe in your scent, pressing it to my face. I can never get enough of you, much like an addict who is dying for their fix. The ache of your absence pierces my heart, and I fight back the tears that are welling up as I take your shirt to my bedroom and place it next to my pillow so that I can fall asleep with your scent lingering beside me. When I close my eyes at night, the...

My Dearest Shane, It's when the melancholy and longing for what could have been get the best of me that I go to the drawer. I know right where to find the plastic bag with my hand without searching. Far in the back of the bottom drawer of my dresser on the right, that's where it lives. I've done it a hundred times in the five years since that night in the hotel in Washington, D.C. It's a ritual that I repeat more frequent...

Cradled lovingly in your warm embrace, I thank benign fortune that in your arms Unkind age is swept aside by your charms, And savouring that supreme gift of grace, Once again the pulse of heated desire Throbs deliciously in my reborn flesh, Which only youthful beauty could refresh, Whilst roiling firmness fills my limbs with fire. I float in your opulent loveliness Intoxicated by your sweet perfume, Drowning willingly in...