stories

spanking (a he said/she said story)
An 11 part He Said/She Said story by Vikki and Arcturus. Her deepest fantasy is to be spanked by him. Summoning her courage, she tells him — and what ensues is a sensual journey for them both. »
2003.10.08

the business trip, part 4
Part 4 of 4. You stand behind me, thinly veiled impatience shimmering between us, your hands on my hips as I open the door. The door closes behind us. You push me up against it. Your eyes glitter in the dark. You bury your right hand in my hair and slant your lips towards mine. I’m rigid, seeking your mouth, wanting this kiss more than I could have ever imagined. »
2003.06.30

the business trip, part 3
Part 3 of 4. You stop in front of a black car. You turn to lean against it and pull my hand, using my forward motion to carry me right into you. Your mouth slams on mine as though eternity would not be long enough to get a taste. I whimper in the back of my throat and bring my hands up to your chest, your arms. »
2003.06.26

the business trip, part 2
Part 2 of 4. I watch your eyes flare, your breathing change subtly as my finger moves over you. As my words work on you. The look in your eyes tells me that you want nothing more than to drag me out of this bar to someplace with a door to close on the world and a bed on which to lay me down. »
2003.06.24

the business trip, part 1
Part 1 of 4. I’m in town on business. You weren’t sure if we should meet. In truth, neither was I, because I have pretty firm beliefs about married men, but after months of verbally stimulating each other to the point of madness, my body wants you. It wants your touch. »
2003.06.22

the seduction
In my mind's eye, I saw you pushing me up against a wall. You slid your hand over the hollow of my throat, under my chin, behind my ears, to bury it in the hair at the base of my neck. Your body settled against mine, making my skin tingle with its heat. Your eyes kept contact with me the entire time as those hard lips came closer, my body softening in response, lips parting, and then you were kissing me, and it was soft but then it was hard and so very deep, sensual wet kisses that stole my breath from my body... »
2003.04.25

memory
Your fingers sliding over my shoulders; it always started the same. Your heat, reassuring at my back as I reclined against you. My eyes slipping from the television to the ceiling as I let your touch wash over me. I always knew when your touch had intent. »
2001.11.11

naughty note
I'd never received a naughty note at work before. The combination of my tight jeans, your words and my imagination had kept me at a pretty high level of arousal the entire day. My panties were decidedly... damp, when I finally peeled them off and went to the washroom to clean up a little. »
2001.08.29

submission, episode three
Naked, kneeling, wrists bound behind my back, I rub my cheek against him. He is so hard. I catch the slightest whiff of scent - that wonderful scent that all men exude - and I begin to salivate. I can feel the wetness between my open thighs as I turn my head and slide my lips over him. »
2001.03.31

submission, episode two
He's still fully dressed as he pulls my nude body down to join his on the bed. My mind is still singing with the relief of having pleased him as he guides me onto my back and moves over me. His tongue plunders my mouth, short, hard kisses that make me want to grab him and just hold on for dear life. I can't get enough. »
2001.02.18

submission, episode one
We have barely touched; never kissed. He stands before me like a mountain as I tremble with heat, excitement, fear, wanting. This is what I came here for. To be a little afraid. To learn what it is like when sex has an edge. »
2001.02.13

first time
I had you in my mouth when I felt it. First, just a little tap of your hand against the soft skin of my ass. Testing me. Seeing how I would respond. I don't know who was more surprised: you or me. »
2000.12.11

helping hand
It was warm, one of the first really warm days of the summer. The heat made the breeze warm and silky against my skin, brushing over me like a lover's hand. It made for a lazy Saturday afternoon, the kind that makes you want to lay naked against crisp cool sheets while the sun filters gently through the blinds. »
2000.06.11

the elevator
Every day begins the same; his scent, lightly musky, a little spicy, filling my senses. Watching the short hairs at the nape of his neck start to curl when it's humid outside. We share the elevator together every single morning, and for those ten minutes I can let my fantasies run free. »
2000.06.04

erotic dream: 2
In my dream, we were alone. It was late at night, and a lone car remained in the parking garage. It was deadly quiet, and our conversation had lulled into silence. I had no idea why you'd grown quiet, but I knew all too well why I had. My imagination was running wild again, and it made me ache and shake a little as I looked at you. »
2000.03.19

erotic dream: 1
In my dream, you stood in front of a mirror.You were shirtless, in jeans only as you stood before the full-length mirror. The hair on your chest called to me as I coveted you with my eyes. Your hair grew thicker as it arrowed towards the fly of your jeans, beckoning my eyes, my hands to follow and explore. »
2000.01.04

the subway
We were friends, business associates. Nothing more. I'd never thought of you this way before tonight. Suddenly, I couldn't meet your eyes across the table and not think of you in this new, incredibly exciting way. I looked across the table at you and smiled to myself. You looked so stuffy. Your tie, perfectly knotted beneath your Adam's apple, made my fingers itch to slide the silk bonds apart. »
1999.11.16

the lovers, part two: payback
My heart was pounding in anticipation as I waited for you. It was only a matter of minutes until your arrival, and the night would begin. Lace tickled my nipples as I took a deep breath, arousing them and making me smile. Underneath my proper, businesslike dress there existed witchery in the form of black lace and little else. »
1999.09.09

the lovers, part one: the gift
Your voice came through the phone at me and touched me like a lover. “I've left something special for you in your desk drawer - a little gift.” I never intended to have an affair. It was never my intention at all. But here I was, a married woman, being unfaithful to my husband in spirit, at least. I couldn't help it. »
1999.04.16