Het Stories

Janet looked at me, took a large gulp of her wine and started, her voice at first quiet with a tremor in it, but becoming steadier and more normal as she spoke. “First of all, you’re quite right that there was a price to be paid for all the things we had. I might as well say it upfront - it was sex!” Janet’s eyes started to tear up again at this point, but she wiped her eyes with a tissue thoughtfully provided by the hote...

Chapter 1: Setting the stage It’s strange how things come to light when we think we’ve hidden and forgotten them. That was just a passing thought as I sat on my own in the bar of a hotel I hadn’t been back to in over thirty years. I was having a beer while I waited for my wife to finish getting ready and join me for a meal. As I sat there at the back of the room, I looked at the other customers and was slightly startled t...

Images of Desire; At the Tea-Room Part 1 Lana was bored. She perched on a table at the back of the tearoom swinging her long legs and occasionally looking up at the huge clock on the wall. The minutes seemed to grind by achingly slowly. It was late afternoon on a warm but rainy day and few people were passing by. Even fewer were venturing into the tearoom. Sometimes she saw figures huddled under umbrellas rushing by outsi...

Three weeks had passed since my last visit to Janeen’s house. As I passed a gas station I happened to see her at the pumps. I turned in and pulled my Jeep next to her van. “Hi!” I yelled, and I waved. I stepped out of the Jeep and walked over to speak with her. I noticed the van was empty, no children. She had on a pair of those damn tight spandex shorts and a tight tee shirt.  “Hi, Ben, what are you up to today?” she ask...

“Turn the radio up!” yelled Frankie, leaning forward so that Albert could hear her above the already loud music and the roar of the open top car. Then she rested back into the middle of the rear seat with her arms open wide, and she curled her red lips into a satisfied, slightly drunken smile. The warm air rushed through her dark curls and the blue night seemed vivid to her, viewed through her ever present shades. When sh...

Unsuspected Domme When Ariel and her mother first moved in next door, they kept a low profile for weeks. When I finally went over to introduce myself and welcome them to the neighborhood, they seemed an odd family. Ariel was a typical 17 year old except that she dressed in the Goth garb popular with some teens. She wore black eye makeup, lipstick and nail polish. I never saw her in any clothing that was not black, skirts,...

Curiosity Runs Hot Lacy and I had been living together for a year and a half when the social structure between us and our sex lives took a significant turn. We had met through a mutual friend, and enjoyed a platonic relationship for several weeks, having lunch or dinner together, attending art shows, the opera and occasionally sitting side by side in the library reading fiction for hours. I preferred lurid tales of love a...