Dion pulled a blindfold from her black bag and secured it over Doug’s eyes. “I picked shrimp and broccoli over plain fried rice and a shrimp roll,” she said. “Oh, and a Ginger Ale soda.” She ran a finger across Doug’s lips and he opened his mouth. “Open wide,” she said knowing he’d think he was going to be fed. Continue reading Last Time – Part 2 of 2
I’m consumed with urgent family matters and didn’t want you to think I disappeared or was neglecting my site. I’ll post again as soon as I can.
Thanks for understanding.
Dion glanced out of the rearview mirror and pursed her lips to avoid smiling. Doug had no idea what was in store for him. He’d been an insolent, selfish, ungrateful and disrespectful slave. He’d been – past tense. He signed a revocation to the Slave Contract. Continue reading Last Time – Part 1 of 2
Learning Someone Friendship or Not
Getting to know someone isn’t as simple as only spending time with them. It’s about what’s done with the time spent. Is it the amount of time (quantity) or the significance of what takes place (quality)?
(Written by Byron Moss. Edited and revised by Dion Lorah)
Time with Tamara – Part 1 of 3
Time with Tamara – Part 2 of 3
Tamara stroked faster. “I want to see it,” she said breathlessly which reminded me to stop holding my own breath.
Say What You Mean and Mean What You Say
I’m a pragmatic person who says what I mean and mean what I say.
(Written by Byron Moss. Edited and revised by Dion Lorah)
Time with Tamara – Part 1 of 3
Tamara rode me gently and slowly. She arched her back to give me easy access to suckle her breasts. My hands gripped her hips, though I let her control the pace and intensity. Continue reading Time with Tamara – Part 2 of 3
The “F” Word by Deborah L. Dixon
The link above is for an article I found on www.deborahldixon.com. So as not to plagiarize I’ve inserted the link, ensuring she receives full credit for her article.
Continue reading The “F” Word – Friendship or not Friendship
(Written by Byron Moss. Edited and revised by Dion Lorah)
I’d been visiting Tamara for several hours that day. Concentrating on our discussion was tough at times because her dress’s neckline was plunged low enough to reveal more of her beautiful C cups than I could ignore. Continue reading Time with Tamara – Part 1 of 3
