Stories from Vicky.
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… Continue reading Lovers, part one: the gift
I warned her. That’s all I can say. Months ago, Bast (at my never-ending encouragement – ok, some might call it harassing) picked up the very same little silver bullet that rocked my world. And when my little bullet bit the dust (overuse, you say? Bah! no such thing) I warned her the same thing would happen… Continue reading Victim of war
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… Continue reading The first time I submitted to a man (Part 3)
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… Continue reading The first time I submitted to a man (Part 2)
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. To give up control and learn my own reactions, savor… Continue reading The first time I submitted to a man (Part 1)
I promised a while back that I would tell the story of how I lost my virginity. People just love telling these stories anyway, but I’ve always found my initiation into intercourse to be particularly amusing. To me, at least, and hopefully for some of you as well. Somehow or another I got to be… Continue reading Losing my virginity, part 1
You could say I was always interested in sex. By the time I was fifteen (as yet untouched by man, so to speak), I’d read most of Masters and Johnson’s Sex and Human Loving. My girlfriends and I would talk on the phone for hours about boys, about sex. I’d sneak downstairs to our basement and… Continue reading First time sex
Ingrid Bergman once said, “”A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.” There’s some truth to that. There are many times in my life when a kiss said more than words could ever say. When I was fifteen I had my very first real adult kiss. I… Continue reading First kisses
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