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October 18, 2016

(Note: This story contains bdsm elements. If these offend, please do not read. 18 + only)

His eyes were as dark as black ink, but with a glitter in them like a flash of sunlight on a pool of water, and when he looked at me his gaze was intense and steady – a man who was used to being looked at, but who only acknowledged a privileged few. His face was lightly suntanned and clean-shaven, and his dark hair had touches of grey around the temples. He wore a dark, pinstriped suit, and a white shirt, the uniform of City businessmen and diplomats. He, however, was neither of those. He was a government minister, and he was the man I had come here to...

March 9, 2016

 

He tied her wrists behind her back with the belt from the bathrobe that he had been wearing when she arrived, and which was still warm from the contact with his body.  Next, the yellow silk tie, recently discarded from around his neck, was bound around her head, removing all sight from her eyes.  He stood behind her and whispered softly into her ear.

“Now you cannot see me or touch me with your hands.  But I want you to find me and touch me with your lips and your tongue and show me how much you want me.”

With that he kissed her gently on the earlobe, which made her shiver throughout the length of her body, and turned her around severa...

March 5, 2016

 

 

New York, 2012

 

I stood still as a beautiful vision walked towards me. Seeing her almost took my breath away and I gazed in awe as people in the hotel lobby parted to let her pass. Both men and women looked at her admiringly, and it was easy to see why. The woman gliding towards me was wearing a figure-hugging, glistening red, full-length gown that clung to her perfect body. Her thick, chestnut hair was swept into an elegant chignon, below which she wore sparkling diamond earrings. She looked like any man's dream date, and she was walking towards me!

She looked straight at me and smiled such a radiant smile that would have unfrozen even th...

February 23, 2016

He watched her from across the room.  She glided rather than walked, despite the very high heels she was wearing, and her body’s undulations made the silk dress slide effortlessly over her body.  There was no panty line showing, so he assumed that she was naked under the dress, as she often was.  She had a body that made him, and many other men (and some women too he noticed), suck in air as she passed, and hold their breath; only breathing out as she departed – but she seemed totally unaware of the effect she had on people.

And she was his.

 

He knew that all he had to do was raise a finger and she would obediently leave whoever sh...

September 22, 2015

(This post is not suitable for under 18s.  Please go and read elsewhere.)

Those of us fortunate to have the use of all five senses sometimes take them for granted, even when we are involved in an erotic act.  We feel the touch of someone’s hand, we smell their arousal, we see the soft curves of a woman’s body, or the muscle definition on a man’s chest, we hear the soft whispers into our ears that are intended to send the erotic messages straight to the pleasure part of our brains, and we taste the beads of sweat running down the other person’s body as we run our tongues over their slightly salty skin.  These senses combine to arouse us, and...

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