When he walked into the room, my eyes rolled down like a waterfall, crashing and widening in response to the bulge that showed clearly through the wide netted fabric of his boxer briefs. He pulsed it a few times, causing the black cotton to expand, holes stretching, which led me to the awareness of my…
If you’d rather listen… He pulled over at the head of the trail and told me to take off all of my clothes. Looking at him with incredulity, I opened my mouth to argue…but thought better of it. This was a punishment, and it was meant to be as uncomfortable as he could make it.…
Story originally published as “Traffic Stop” on the Lustful Literate website, Feb. 13, 2012.
This post is #28 in my 30 Days of D/s series. If you’d like to read more, please visit my 30 Days of D/s page for the complete inventory of posts. “There are years that ask questions and years that answer.” Zora Neale Hurston It’s one of my favorite quotes, simply because it so often applies to my…
Eva linked her arm around Sam’s and pressed herself closer to him as they walked into the club. It was late, close to last call, but as it was drizzly out and neither of them really wanted to call it a night yet (the kids were at the grandparents’ and they didn’t get out much…
