The day had been filled with lots of sex interspersed with snuggling and giggling. The sun was starting to go down and it was time to think about food.Continue reading “D is for Dessert”
The day had been hot. Too hot to be running errands, but life happens. It was even too hot to really spend any time in the pool until it got dark.Continue reading “C is for Coming Attractions”
He was on the bed, naked, blindfolded, and restrained with black straps to the bedposts.Continue reading “F is for Feather”
As they left the restaurant, Bree walked just slightly ahead of Gabe. He had held the door open for another couple as she crossed the parking lot. She heard him walking quickly to catch up with her.Continue reading “T is for Training”
There is a single light on the in bedroom as you walk in. It is dim and casts shadows on the walls and ceiling. You can’t really see me and start to turn on the overhead light.Continue reading “N is for Not a Word”
This is part 8 in an ongoing story, a segment by Charmer, a segment by Snake…
He was in trouble, and he knew it. He hadn’t paid attention early on when she was talking about dinner places. Or, at least he assumed he hadn’t paid attention. He sure didn’t remember anything at all about it, that’s for sure. Gabe couldn’t for the life of him remember the conversation with any specifics. All he COULD remember were those legs, and the mental buttons she was busy pushing in his head.
He’d guessed at the Italian place since they so often loved going out for good Italian food.
He’d guessed wrong, clearly.
Even more to the point, he felt like a big buffoon for letting her down. He really wanted to have this whole weekend thing go really smoothly and was reveling in how she approached things, her attitude, her strength. He really didn’t want to blow it right out of the gate.Continue reading “I is for I Guessed Wrong (Part 8)”
“You didn’t make reservations at the steak place?” Bree asked.
“No,” Gabe said softly. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”Continue reading “D is for Decision Time”
Panic was flashing in his head. First, dashing outside, he just knew it wasn’t cool – she was pushing his buttons and he was trying to hide it in almost sneaking out.
But this whole thing – this change – was happening. Like, really happening. This was slipping in and out of what he’d imagined if they every did this type of thing. “This thing” – he didn’t know how to describe it, not really. He knew it flipped switches inside him that he didn’t really understand when she got like this, but right here, right now, in this ongoing… thing.
He was excited, thought he knew what way things would go, how she’d approach it, what she’d want, not want from him, from them, for herself. The simple fact was, she wasn’t hitting ANY of what he expected at this point. In fact, he’d not expected any of her approach. It was a side of her he had never seen.
He wanted to suggest ideas, but she had such a grin on her face. Sometimes, you could only sense it, sometimes you could actually see it, when he tried to steal a glance at her, just before she’d reminded him to look down, she had this… look. It was powerful as hell. Indescribable.Continue reading “H is for Headspace (Part 6 (His))”
“Well this is a surprise,” you say when I call you on Zoom. “You never want to do video unless forced to in meetings. You laugh.Continue reading “Z is for Zoom”
Bree waited as Gabe paused and considered her command. She knew that it was well outside of his comfort zone to be on possible display to people in surrounding cottages. She also knew that the angles of the balconies made it very difficult to see one another. But he didn’t know that.Continue reading “L is for Listening”
The shifting attitude was subtle at first. In fact, it came across more as a confidence thing than anything else. It was really cool. Obviously, Bree had taken the time to set up all of the arrangements, had a plan (or at least a framework in mind), and was making sure that she maintained the direction and control. Even as they walked into the lobby, first motioning, then telling Gabe he needed to stay with the bags and wait.Continue reading “S is for Shift”
Bree closed the top of the suitcase and zipped it up, patting it and turning to Gabe. “This is the last one.”Continue reading “D is for (the) Drive”