Ravish Stories

Celebrating their daughter’s wedding with an after-party at the bar, the proud couple looked at their watches, then at each other, and yawned politely. “We’re gonna head to bed,” they said, feigning exhaustion, and returned to their hotel room. Once there, they stripped naked and ravished each other. Teasing tongues and frolicking fingers brought multiple orgasms, and a cock-riding finale provided a much-needed release fo...

I present to thee as ye to me,  A history of form and function,  A perfected him before perfect her,  We both do dare this juncture of dance  Where layers lay bare to caring stare and circumstance, And strum of digit, hum of lips,  Sips from dripping honeyed hips, Our offered symbol, confident trust,  Swaying thus a gentle thrust,  As God intended, all is splendid… harmony. Freely spoken minds reveal our sensuality  Near...

When Cindy saw that she had an email from Barbara, her heart rate picked up. She knew that she was going to get an invitation to one of her private parties soon, and didn’t know what she was going to do. However, this email was only a request for her and Dan to call Barbara. Her heart slowed back down. When Dan got home from work they called her. When they connected, Barbara said, “I guess you know why I want to talk with...

I gave her what she wanted or more accurately, what she needed. I gave her the world. I nourished her with knowledge. I set her loose, once more, in the greatest cities of the world, touring their libraries, their universities, their museums, encouraging her to take painting lessons, music lessons, to seek out astronomers, mathematicians, lawyers, and philosophers, and to learn from them. I taught her my own arts, the art...

Time passed, and as it did, I remained under her spell, a willing prisoner of both the light of love and the dark persuasion of our shared depravity and lusts. Both of us fell into our roles as if we’d been born to them, her as my insatiable mistress and I as her willing pet, both in and out of the boudoir. I became accustomed to the leash she held, both literally and figuratively. In truth, the one time I removed the col...

She paced the floor restlessly, the flagstones under her bare feet worn smooth from a lifetime of relentless steps, her dark silhouette flitting through the dimly lit chamber, mimicking her every move, clinging to the walls and melting into the shadowed corners like some menacing stalker with an agenda all its own. I watched her spin, her eyes filled with suspicion, trying to catch it off guard, pleased by the distraction...

ADVENTURES AT AN ARTISTS’ COLONY Sisyphus Chapter One When I arrived at Hickory Run, an artists’colony in New York State, my intent was to have a two week writing retreat with no distractions so I could finish my novel. The setting was perfect, a small log cabin tucked in a grove of trees with a view of Indian Lake. Each cabin, however, had two separate apartments. For a hundred dollars more a week I could have had a cabi...