Mad, amazing story thats keeping me guessing.
The twist was great, and i love the characters too. Can't wait for the next part :)
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Mad, amazing story thats keeping me guessing.
The twist was great, and i love the characters too. Can't wait for the next part :)
Passion
She poured the iced tea into my glass as if she had been doing that since birth. I stared at her perfection, wondering what it was that drew me to her. There was something. I had come so far. The glass filled to the rim...she stopped automatically, not a drop more than enough. My eyes caressed her form. I wondered if she could feel them. Her lashes were so long, yet, the way they fluttered when she blinked was what really mesmerized me; until she lifted her head from the glass she was tending to, then, my gawd, those eyes! Where had they come from? The ice blue of alpine glaciers with the softness of a minks fur gliding over one's hand! As she held my life in her eyes, she said in a voice of pure virgin silk "Are you ready to order?" I could not, had not even looked at the menu. I stammered, "Ummmm, what do you recommend?" She stood and pondered for a moment. I sat and admired for a lifetime!
Edgy one,Quote:
Originally Posted by EdgeOfHuman
I say this but to a few, "You Sir, have a twisted sense of humor". A post that takes us back to the purity of the original intent of the thread. You can set aside the long sword EoH, it's your pen we must learn to fear.
Mad Lews
EdgeOfHuman, love the twist.. i think you're bringing the "short" part back to "short takes" :p
EoH - I agree - THIS is a real SHORT short. And poetry/prose piece! And twisted.
One of those pieces upon you think: A) yummm B) wish I wrote something like that. C: I have to try.
Thank you
Mad - Honesty I do not like much stories in which there is much mussing and commenting on anything that strikes author's fancy - unless they are exceptionally well done.
Yours are - I LOVE them. I do. Does that wit-well never dry? I hope not.
MO - are you having some more exams soon? You were sooo inspired - I love the way you use each segment as a build up for the next one.
This thread is really HOT - just look at last three contributions. ALL hot, very well written, AND totally DIFFERENT! Mad please indulge yourself in something that you usually refrain from doing (if anything :D) - you deserve it - one of the best threads bears your name.
Have fun
Pej
EdgeOfHuman...you really had me going there....cause I'm thinking...why would she be pouring iced tea??? What does that have to do with anything sexual?? But you made it all very sexual, then cute and funny! What a fine piece you have written! Bravo! Now...more please Sir?? :)
Passion (continued)
The night was far too cold and my time in this Cafe would be far too short I knew. What could one do? The money had run out once more I had to keep moving, yet, here she was! Her velveteen voice brought me back from the concrete roads of my troubles once more. She was smiling at me with those perfect teeth and cherubic lips as she said "You might try the chicken tonight...it is usually always good." Good? I laughed to myself; if she only knew how very good things were right now. Trying hard not to follow her eyes too tight, I said "the chicken it is then......sounds like the perfect dinner tonight" Her left hand was a liquid flow of movement over the little pad in her other hand; more of that 'right feel' nimbly sliding up and down my spine.
She turned to leave with my desires. Her hair sailing free amongst the florescent touch of the lights, the light glittering through the strands of her hair as they came to light in a frame around her oval face. I hesitated, and then asked, "May I ask what your name is dear Lady?" Looking over her soft shoulder with that same smile once more, she said "My name? Why, it is Passion. What is yours, Sir?".
Ahhhhh...now we are getting to the good stuff....lol....just teasing...but I do so love this!!...as I said before...more please?? :)
Nice, Edge of Human, intriguing. A character who is called 'Passion', yet somehow seems elusive. Interesting riddle.
Okay, the following contribution I have to offer is not an opening to a series; it's merely a stand alone piece of... fanfiction.
- - -
Hospitality on Ogygia
‘How much longer must I endure the confines of this island,
still so far removed from the shores of my native dominion?
How much longer must I remain your unwilling companion,
going to sleep in your arms and waking up in the morning
only to weep on the beach where my drowned companions decayed?’
‘What, my silver-tongued guest? Is my company so abhorrent?
Why then have you not yet with diligent hands built a raft
which would carry you swiftly across the glittering ocean?’
‘There you mock me again. You know that I am but mortal.
Give me water to drink on the voyage and food for survival.
And before I set sail, grant me your solemn assurance
that you are setting me free with auspicious winds and your blessings
and have no intention of sending me into misfortune.’
‘Come and pleasure me now. I will think about your request.’
Lovely Ranai! How I do love the way you write! Very intriguing! :)
I feel a mythology coming on.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ranai
Nice short take Ranai. :D
once I plow through the bowl of serial I'll have to try a short take as god originally intended this thread to be. ;)
The Mad Lews
Ranai, wb and great to see you re-posting in here! :)
i like the poeticness of the piece you wrote, the words all flow together very well, very picturesque scene and short
Mad same.. i don't usually write so long!
maybe I oughta stop my series and just wait till I finish to post it somewhere... do we have Long Takes anywhere? :p
Thanks dear learningtopleez, Mad, Mo! The characters and setting are not mine of course. I just had fun putting words into their mouths and struggling with the metre.
Background info:
Ogygia is the island where the hero involuntarily hangs out at the beginning of Homer’s Odyssey. On his hazardous voyage back from the destruction of Troy, Odysseus is detained there as prisoner and love slave of the nymph Calypso. The Stockholm Syndrome does not seem to work on Ogygia: After seven years with the immortal nymph, Odysseus still tells her that he just wants to go home! Only when Hermes, sent by the Olympians, intercedes on the hero’s behalf, the goddess must reluctantly let him depart. Well, it seems Calypso enjoyed her captive while she had him. Dialogues like the above may have recurred, in variations, many times in those seven years of captivity.
Passions (final piece)
There was no mistaking it now! My life was turning once more. Where it would run I did not know, nor, at this point, did I care. Passion had seen to that! I cracked the smile of the knowing and said, "My name dear Lady .....well, ......unforgettable to some....and lost to others.....unchained by many.....cast aside by few......but, if you would like to know....it is Adoru... though you would probably know me better as Love.” A knowing spark passed over her glacial blue eyes. I could see the effect immediately as I had so rarely seen before! She started to say something....the words held to her lips......nothing came.
I smiled with the same comprehension she had, as she turned once more and headed to the kitchen.
Well did I remember! How could I forget? Hot tears formed in the corners of my eyes. I was thankful she did not see them. I sighed,...... memories of past Passions. For what is Love, without Passion?
Bravo!! :applaus:
What an amazing ending....and what passion you show for your memories of past passions!
Very sweet too....and I like that.... :)
Edge Sir, i feel Your angst, i sense that you are working through some deep issues, and i wish You success with coming to grips with them. i also would like to say , if this is the way You choose to work throught hings, that is very lucky for the rest of us here.
Your writing is pared down, words chosen carefully to have the most effect. and they surely do!
the emotions evoked are powerful.
i much admire your skill.
respectfully J's blu
Well done Noble one,Quote:
Originally Posted by EdgeOfHuman
Your Adoru certainly seems to have stirred some passions here
Do write on good sir. :applaus:
Mad Lews
A beautifully worded ending, EoH. Thanks!
And I must say that usually I really, really dislike characters who are put as personifications of abstract concepts.
A stylistic thing: Please go easy on the dots: '..........' ?
Please keep writing, and give us more whenever you feel like it. :)
I've been asked on various occasions about the 'very first' experience and I couldn't dig up anything particular, little things, like reading, all building up, but, never leading to the very first one. I thought there must be something BEFORE! After I meditated on it and did some digging, POP, it came up. Believe it or not, I actually forgot about it, totally blanketed it!
I dug around in the memory recycle bin, most seemingly disappeared, except for this. Why's that I wondered? This is the one I can place a tag on now.
Music: Something Mediterranean.
Wine is optional - but, red, if selected.
This is not a story about the "First Time I Did It Knowingly," on the contrary, this is the
"First Time I Did Not Know What The Hell I was Doing and It Does Not Seem Very Momentous Now, But It Certainly Was At The Time."
Time/Place: One of those early summers which ARE a place, that lasts forever and ends in a blink of an eye. It was one of those summers which somehow mingle within our memories as the essence of childhood summers. Yes, one of those.
The setting: One of those small Mediterranean resorts. No, it was not one of those gargantuan edifices called resort hotels that squat between the shore and the hills, blotting out the sky, but whitewashed, rough hewn, stone houses with red tiled roofs. They were bathed in the blinding one o clock sun that pounds the almost dead sea and turns all sound into tiny squeaks that fade into yesterdays.
Zoom to: 'Hotel' room, the wooden blinds drawn, and it is floundering in stifling heat. There is a thirteen year old boy on wet bed sheets getting ready for the main festivity of the day. What triggered this activity, besides being pumped with hormones and a lot of girls running around testing their wiles? A movie perhaps, shown the night before in an open theater. Kids would sit on white pebbled ground just below the screen. Which movie? Who knows? Bardot comes to mind but I'm not THAT old, but it doesn't matter. It was French, certainly.
I remember just a scene, a shard of a scene. A naked woman was standing (and still is!) on the fur in front of the fireplace, her skin ruddy. The camera panned up from the pink heels, over the mile-long legs, lingered on that ass, (just a hint of quiver,) then followed the perfect, sinuous curves of her spine, and paused at the long neck holding up the blond head. The vision drew the mind's eye towards the damn heaven of the indigo summer night. And then, she turned her head toward the camera, and, that's THAT, a trigger.
Back in the room, the boy is getting ready to masturbate his head off. It's sweet, sharp, and strong, like the bite of first ice cold Coke you ever tasted, before it got stale. I was never told I'll go blind or that hairs will grow on my palms; never taught it was sinful or shameful. It was all those things, so sweet, and for me, it was something I discovered on my own. It's something nobody admits doing and yet, somehow, everybody knows all about it. Ha!
There I was, the young boy, getting ready to go for it. I took off my bermuda-like swimming trunks, that although garish, were most popular in those days. Ah, but I didn't take them off really. I just kept them down around my ankles and twisted them, in an effort to keep my legs open, to create the feeling that they were FORCED open by an outside agent, unable to pull them together on my own. The trunks didn't obey, so I brought into play a metal rod, one of those rods used to hang towels on, from the bathroom, and some towels, I think. I bunched it all together, twisted, tied, and struggled and - presto! - I restrained myself in an effective spreader bar. Hey, I invented it that day!
I could finally could indulge in that innocent, yet so damn naughty sport called - jacking off. With the added main ingredient of being exposed, forcefully, even forced to stroke it.
Flying high, I was jackrabitting and dimly aware of the sound of the key turning in the lock. The key? The key was a metal thing used to open hotel rooms before key cards. And I have no idea why I didn't leave my key in the lock. The cleaning lady pushed the tools of her trade in the room. Cleaning lady? Sorry, a nondescript local woman. The bed was so strategically placed that she was waaay in the room. I was hysterically struggling to pull the sweat dampened sheets from beneath to cover myself before she could notice me. When she did, she stared and squinted in the semi gloom. I tried to gather my wits together but my mind and body turned into Jell-o. She ordered me out! I was just a kid on holiday with his family and she was a local. The locals had a very low opinion of 'those city slickers'. 'Cleaning lady' couldn't imagine WHY anybody, let alone a boy on holiday, would want to lock themselves in a crummy, suffocating, hot, sweaty, and smelly (sniff... sniff...Do I smell something else, hmm?) room in the afternoon.
I managed to reply that I was sick or whatever, but she insisted. We engaged in a verbal tug-of-war and I was close to freaking out. I could not do even that! Some discreet tugging under the sheets convinced me I was bound for good. Did I have butterflies in guts? No, I had damn royal eagles slamming into a quivering prey in my guts every three seconds, keeping time with my ear popping heartbeat. Unfortunately, my damn dick didn't even want to go down! I had to pull the sheets upward to avoid the tenting.
Finally, she shrugged, turned, and went about her business. She opened the blinds, puttered and cleaned around the rooms, shuffled in and out the bathroom a zillion times, and occasionally threw me dirty glances. Did she KNOW? Well...she knew something was amiss. The whole time I laid there, pinned like a petrified butterfly, I clutched the sheets desperately (pretending I wasn't.) I thought there was a transparent glare coming in from the windows, a splotch on the sheets in a strategic place, my bound ankle must stuck out (it didn't.) Whenever she passed close by, I was worried she'd snatch away my cover, stare and laugh, THEN run down to the beach, stop, just to inform my parents, THEN, tell all my friends who would THEN come to the room. And THEN, well, kids can be sooo cruel. In my mind, I could just hear the girls giggling and commenting on a certain outhrust member and wanted to die. It was awful.
Ah, but my penis didn't think so. It kept playing the 'I'm down now, oops I'm up again' game. Eventually, after what seemed like several geological ages, some 15 minutes went by and so did the last dirty glance. She left, slamming the door behind her.. Whoosh! I let the breath out...I felt like I was holding it the whole time. And that was it...no...it was not. I finished the business at hand and finally, really messed up the crumbled sheets. Then, and only then, did I struggle to remove the makeshift spreader bar which held me spread-eagled all that time. THAT was the point. The OTHER point could finally rest...for a few hours at least, (thirteen, remember?)
Aaaaaaaand CUT!
***
And that is it. I went the other way eventually. This moment in time turned into time-capsule buried under a rubble of unused (and, perhaps, unwanted) memories. Resurrecting it, I offer this hot summer moment, cleaned and polished, for your inspection.
copyright (c) 2005 by Wolff
for the One
And a wrap... Thanks for sharing pej but it's hard to picture your inner child not staying brazenly hard throughout. Room service needs some work too, she had the atitude of a French waiter. Oh there I go again picking on the French sorry
Seem's you kept the situattion well in hand.
Mad
Ah pej,
how do you do it? I thought November was one of the colder months around here. All of a sudden, a blast of Mediterranean sun, salty sweat, sexual heat. Never let it be said that hormones cloud the human brain – no way, they made you invent the spreader bar! Mmmm... I wonder whether she noticed that one of the towel rails was missing?
What a deliciously erotic memory, and so deliciously told.
'...in an effort to keep my legs open, to create the feeling that they were FORCED open by an outside agent, unable to pull them together on my own.'
‘The whole time I laid there, pinned like a petrified butterfly, I clutched the sheets desperately’ ... hot damn this is sexy.
Thanks. *Kiss*
Pej:
In order to get in the mood and totally ensconse myself as a fly on the wall, I took your advice to create mood...;)
Music: Never on a Sunday
Wine: Chianti
Ahhh, (she smiles with delicious satisfaction.) Your story is very poignant and well written. It's a sort of snapshot in the boy's memory that lingers in the subconscious. The Mediterranean is known for coloring memories and heating the blood.
Would it be to greedy to ask for another 'first?' Inquiring minds...:D (wow...the faces work today!)
Hmmm, about the maid, perhaps she was too busy being nosy about the boy to change the towels and I'm certain she had a relative that was a French waiter...most probably Parisian...Wouldn't you agree Mad? :rolleyes: AND, I don't have any qualms about picking on the French. Comprenez?Quote:
Originally posted by Ranai:
What a deliciously erotic memory, and so deliciously told.
Nikita
Music; Melina (Never On Sunday) Mercouri
wine: Chianti
Thank you kind folk - Mad & Ranai & Nikita
I'm glad you liked it - it has been a pleasure telling it.
I'm closer to one of my goals in life - making people deliciously hot. (And letting them play fly on wall)
So right!Quote:
Originally Posted by Ranai
Maybe I should start a thread - "Things I Invented under 'Influence' of Hormones and/or Medethrine?"
French Maid: How on earth did 'local cleaning woman' became French Maid (with French Waiter relative)? Wonders of storytelling.
Show me the way to French Maid!
Thanks again
Pej
Well It's getting cold around here and then Pej puts up a story about warm Mediterranean vacations and Nikita come up with a sexy new Avatar hanging out at the beach which got the old noggin cranking.
Place: East Coast of Florida betwixt Daytona and Melbourne Beach
Time: When it's cold up north and warmer down there
Cast: Sandy, and her best friend Master, as well as assorted surf casters and beach derelicts who would want to be an audience if only they were a bit quicker.
Sorry if this is a bit long for a "short" but I'm cheating and putting stories up here until the site's up and running
Without further ado:
Beach Bum
Sandy always looks so innocent when she's asleep. She'd snuggled down under the sheet, naked, but for her collar, a sweet smile on her lips. I almost hated to disturb her, but the sun would be up shortly. I flipped on the light and pulled the sheet away revealing her in all her delightfully naked glory.
" Oh god what time is it?" she mumbled yawning and rubbing her sleep filled eyes.
" Get up, hands behind your back. Now!" I snapped not wishing to discuss my plans with her.
Sandy's well trained so she scurried to obey, never one to upset her master. She stood with her feet apart and hands crossed behind the small of her back. I do so love the way she strives to please, but I also like to keep her on her toes. Still who would begrudge me a little kiss followed by a lick and a nibble on those delightfully displayed nipples. Once I was done nibbling we got on with the business of properly dressing my sweet sub.
I turned her about so she faced away, and pressed her hands together, palms outward. I prefer to use nylon three strand rope, a quarter inch thickness works well for intricate knotting. Three loops around the wrists and I cinched them and knotted the rope in place. The next loops, half way up the forearm were cinched and knotted. I quickly worked my way up her arms pulling her elbows tightly together then working higher still.
Once I was satisfied that her shoulders were forced back and her breasts prominently thrust forward I tied the rope off in a knot that I could easily release but of course she could not reach. I lifted her bound arms off her back and Sandy moaned as she was forced to bend forward. I released my grip and she straightened, her bound hands coming to rest atop the graceful curve of her ass.
" It's four thirty, the sun will be up soon. We're going to the beach to watch the sun rise." I cheerfully told my love. She probably wanted to complain about this harebrained idea, She definitely would have preferred sleeping in, but what can a poor girl do when her Master calls? Even if it is before the crack of dawn.
I rummaged through our dresser drawers and found a skirt, a dark, gauzy, cotton one, a bit longer than I approve of, but it had an elastic waist so it fit my needs of the moment. With her arms bound she couldn't dress herself so I held the skirt open in front of her and she daintily stepped into it. I pulled it up over her hips then gave her a playful swat on the tush through the thin fabric. I just love to hear that sexy little yelp of hers.
At the doorway we stopped to clip the ten foot walking leash to her collar and I slipped my left hand through the leash's handle, a mere formality, but one I do enjoy.
We stepped out into the predawn darkness, it was a bit cool and a breeze was coming in off the ocean. Even from this distance you could hear the surf pounding. Our condo was right on the boardwalk a hundred yards from the ocean, and at this hour we were assured a little privacy. Sandy was shivering though, so I wrapped my right arm around her naked shoulder pulling her closer, more for comfort than warmth. From a distance in the darkness we were the most common of sights. Two lovers headed for the beach, only a closer inspection would reveal that my beauty was topless, bound, and wore a collar and leash.
" Master, I need to go." She whispered in my ear, though there was no one around to hear her.
I sighed, we were only fifty yards from the end of the boardwalk, sand and saw grass were on either side of the path. With a nod I lead her off onto the sand. She squatted down as the wind tugged at her skirt. I hoped she wouldn't wet it.
" Come on little one we don't want to be late."
We'd become a different common sight; a man out walking his leashed pet, waiting impatiently for her to finish her business. I looked about but there was no one nearby; out along the beach I could see lights from a few scattered night fishermen still casting into the surf. She finished, rose, and was transformed, once more she becoming a lover at my side on a stroll to the beach.
We reach the end of the boardwalk a wooden stairway descended down onto the beach. The tide was coming in and the surf roared as it crashed into the sand. The sky to the east was lightening though the sun was still a few minutes away. Sandy stepped toward the stairway but the leash pulled her up short.
" Halt!" I order relishing the authority "Down girl" I would have her become my bitch pup again. Sandy squatted down on her haunches at the top of the stairway. A gust of wind blew her skirt out behind her revealing her lovely pear shaped bottom and I immediately knew what I wanted. I wrapped her leash around the wooden railing and squatted down beside her. She turned her head toward me her trussed arms were forced off to the right as she turned. Her expression was filled with curiosity and need. She wanted to know what I required of her She awaited my orders. At times like this I know why I'm in love.
Afraid I have to post it in two parts. Sorry folks I can get long winded at times..
Beach Bum 2
My left hand gripped her shoulder pressing it downward while my right hand dipped between her legs pushing her bottom upward while I stroked her hairless mons. She whined pitifully and rocked forward onto her knees as her forehead came to rest on the boardwalk. She was shaking as she bent to my whim, her delicious little ass wavering in the air as she kowtowed before the roaring ocean.
I drew the skirt up over her back, exposing her. She turned her head toward me her lips forming a kiss. My hand slid higher between her legs exploring her moist folds. She was wet, but not nearly enough for what I had in mind.
I expressed my disappointment with a sharp slap across her left buttock. She squealed in shock her body jerking with a start. I applied a second swat to her right cheek just because symmetry is important. This time when my hand delved into her inner folds she wept moisture with abandon.
She whimpered softly as I moistened my fingers within her. She gave another startled cry as my hand withdrew and rose higher, a finger gently circling the puckered ring of flesh that was my true destination. She sobbed, no doubt preferring I use her in any other way but that. My finger pressed forward, insistent, slowly she opened to the invading digit, which sank deeper and then unhurriedly withdrew. A second moistened finger joined the first gently stretching, probing, and plunging forward with restrained enthusiasm. By now Sandy had begun to warm to the idea, moaning as her hips rotated in counterpoint to my invading fingers. She was almost ready and the sun is nearly upon us.
I reluctantly pulled my fingers out but her greedy little bottom wanted more, swaying as it tried to follow the retreating digits. I rose over my prostrate lover and used her cinched arms to raise her up onto her knees, then I stood before her loosening the drawstring of my shorts and tugging them down. Her eyes widened as I sprang free bobbing before her. She needed no instructions now, eagerly engulfing me with her lips. I slide deeper toward the back of her throat my hands on her shoulders steadying her.
" You'll want to moisten that real well, woman." I growl impatiently and of course her only answer was a sputtering noise as she gulped. I thrust in and out a few times stretching her lips while she drooled and slathered me as best she could. The sky was brightening the sun was almost ready. I reluctantly pulled away from Sandy's loving mouth and took my position behind her.
My knees nudged her legs further apart as I slid forward, pulling her hips toward me and sinking into her sopping pussy. She sighed contentedly. Perhaps she thought I'd changed my mind, but then I spat into my hand and rubbed the saliva between her cheeks. Eagerly smearing this final bit of lubricant while my fingers worked anew to loosen and relax her tighter entrance.
I rocked back slowly sliding out of her dripping pussy at the same time cupping her breasts pulling her up until her back pressed against my chest her bound arms forced off to the side. My knees slid deeper spreading her legs further apart and lifting her up off her own knees until she was forced up onto her feet and was squatting over my lap.
" Such a cute little ass." I gloated, my impatient cock sliding along the crevice of her butt. I release her breasts but only so I could support her bottom and raise her hips a little bit higher.
It was nearly time.
My thumbs pulled her cheeks open, I throbbed in anticipation positioning myself against her puckered opening.
A bright line of orange breasted the eastern horizon and I release her hips.
With a sharp squeal she slowly slid down my length. It was such an exquisite feeling as I slipped through that tight portal on my way toward ecstasy. I wanted to hold her there forever buried in her snug embrace but after just a few taut seconds I could not be restrained. I thrust with abandon while she bounced up and down on my lap with equal enthusiasm. My hands returned to her breasts squeezing her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She cried out in delight and bounced harder and faster. Soon she was sobbing wildly, and calling my name. All thought had abandoned both of us as we rejoiced in pure feeling. She begged and pleaded, but what she was begging for I'm not sure that even she could say. My right hand abandoned her breast to slide down across her belly coming to rest just above her throbbing nub.
The last bit of that fiery orange ball lifted above the horizon.
I whispered in her ear," Cum for me Sandy." as my fingers strummed across her aching clit.
She screeched and jerked about on my lap as I spurted deep inside her. It seemed to go on forever.
I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tight, as we both tried to regain our breath.
I barely recovered in time to see that three curious surf casters had picked up their gear and were headed toward our stairway. I pulled up my shorts then pulled Sandy's skirt up over her breasts. It was long enough to still cover her as long as she kept her knees together. We sat together at the top of the stairway my arm around her shoulder to obscure the fact that her arms were bound behind her. The three fishermen eyes were riveted on my love as they climbed the stairs. That was natural, as she is a delightful sight even with clothes on. She blushed prettily under their leering eyes. Once they were past us all three began to chatter excitedly, though the wind off the ocean took their words away. Still there was no mistaking the sound of three men chuckling, and no doubt at Sandy's expense.
It wasn't till we rose to leave that I realized she was still tethered to the railing. They had been staring at her leash and collar, no wonder they were laughing as the left. I unhitched the leash and held her close to me.
" Do you think they were jealous Master?" Sandy asked coyly.
Of course they were, and with good reason, but she already knew that.
© Mad Lews
Beautiful story, Lews, and very well written. Lovely emotions.
... of the World Unite! You can Lose Nothing but Your Armbinders!
Whooop - Mad wrote a good old D/s smut story.
Whooop - And its really good ( I can't say sweet, let be reasonable), and damn hot.
Whooop - and no exhibitionism, no brilliant and/or obscure allusions, witty chatter, no tricks, just plain dirty fun!
AND Whooops - it's romantic! (I won't tell anyone)
I loved the atmosphere and the sunrise motif (allegory, parable?)
Inspired Mad!
(no - I am not asking for more, you being discerning person, figure it out,:D )
Pej
Pej,Quote:
Originally Posted by pejanon
Did anyone ever tell you you're easy? :) I was going to call it "The Sun Also Rises" but it was taken.
the Mad one
:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Mad Lews
I just looove being easy.
Great story Mad, I mean it.
Pej
I for one Sir think you have far surpassed your goal of making people deliciously hot!:)Quote:
Originally Posted by pejanon