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Italian or Mexican? 2006-10-23 04:59:00 Copyright 2006 by asparkle2@yahoo.com. All rights reserved.
Three days later, Esther remembered him.
Generally, she couldn't remember anyone she met day-to-day for brief moments, unless of course the individual was remarkable enough to warrant her attention. And frankly, Esther muttered to herself, this man hadn't been all that remarkable.
She rolled over in bed and groaned. Esther had seen his Read more:Italian
, Mexican
Galileo 2006-10-31 19:41:00 Copyright 2006 by asparkle2@yahoo.com. All rights reserved.
From Italian or Mexican? - the beginning
"Italian or Mexican?" he asked, and suddenly Esther felt free to be adventurous. Flirtatious.
"My father is Irish, actually," she returned. "And you?"
He stopped, stared at her, and then laughed. Not the amused, husky chuckles he'd made inside the bookstore, but an honest, full laugh. "A few Read more:Galileo
Watchdog 2006-11-10 10:23:00 Copyright 2006 by asparkle2@yahoo.com. All rights reserved.
[This is the third entry in a developing story. The first part is Italian or Mexican?. The second part is Galileo. The beginning colored text is copied from the end of the second entry, to remind readers where we've been.]
Esther's face turned red. Guilty red - and that wasn't even strictly true! She had not been waiting for him, she Read more:Watchdog
Leather, Rope and Velvet 1970-01-01 00:59:59 **Copyright. 1999 by asparkle2@aol.com now asparkle2@yahoo.com ***
Tugging did little to loosen the soft ropes on her wrists. Anya tried to no avail, succeeding only in irritating her silken skin. All the while, she fumed, scolding herself with the same language she often heard her father use.
"Don't go riding alone, young lady!" How often had she heard those words, and how often had she Read more:Leather
, Velvet
I Got Lucky 1970-01-01 00:59:59 ***Copyright. 1999 by asparkle2@aol.com now asparkle2@yahoo.com ***
"I got lucky! I got lucky!" Cassie bounced on the bed, her bottom squashing into the springs and then leaping back. She said it again, her breasts bouncing enticingly against her chest as her hands clapped together. "I got lucky!"
Peter yawned and nodded, turning over under the sheets. "Yes, Cassie, I know. Now lay down and be
Fiction from 1999 1970-01-01 00:59:59 These stories were originally written in 1999. Some were formerly for sale by CF Pulications, others were not. 1999 is the year, you might say, where I was finally secure enough with my kink to begin exploring those topics that were less comfortable for me, and some topics that were secret fantasies (you figure it out).
About the Kiss
Birthdays
The Catalog Spanker
Cookies at Midnight
I Got Read more:Fiction
Dawn Delights 1970-01-01 00:59:59 ***Copyright. 2000 by asparkle2@aol.com now asparkle2@yahoo.com***
Miriam yawned in the early morning dawn of the room, stretching her body out across the bed until her toes and fingers were pulled fully awake. These were the days when he came to her, almost as if he knew she was waking, anticipated it. She listened to the songbirds at the open window, waiting for the inevitable.
Hardly
Friday Night Frolics 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Copyright. 2000 by asparkle2@aol.com now asparkle2@yahoo.com.
"Come here, now."
I shook my head, a little worried about his response, but determined to tease a bit longer.
"Now." The word had a warning finality to it that I found difficult to ignore.
Impossible, actually. The words came out involuntarily, without permission from my reluctant mind. "Yes, sir." I couldn't stop my body from Read more:Night
, Friday
, Friday Night
Cookies at Midnight 1970-01-01 00:59:59 ***Copyright. 1999 by asparkle2@aol.com now asparkle2@yahoo.com***
"What do you think you're doing?" he barked, startling her.
"I-I-"
"You nothing! I caught you red-handed, with your fingers in the cookie jar! Come here, miss." The tenor of his voice brooked no resistance, so she crept toward him, her bare toes curling into the carpet. "What do you have to say?"
She swallowed a ball of Read more:Cookies
The Catalog Spanker 1970-01-01 00:59:59 ***Copyright. 1999 by asparkle2@aol.com now asparkle2@yahoo.com***
"Goodnight, Sierra." Her mother's voice was calm, comforting, and with the words Sierra nodded and turned away from the parlor. The climb up the stairs was long and slow, for she desired - needed, even - to hear what her parents were discussing in the downstairs parlor.
"I simply cannot bear to have her away from me," Papa
About the Kiss 1970-01-01 00:59:59 ***Copyright. 1999 by asparkle2@aol.com now asparkle2@yahoo.com***
It seems almost impossible to me that I've not written anything fantastically erotic and loving for more than a month now. Almost two months, really. For years, writing has been the way in which I released the stress and anxiety in my life, how I lost that edge of reality to the easy world of fantasy. But in the last few months,
Birthdays 1970-01-01 00:59:59 ***Copyright. 1999 by asparkle2@aol.com now asparkle2@yahoo.com ***
"It's your eighteenth birthday today."
Mary Ann quivered a bit inside. She knew what that meant. "Yes, ma'am," she whispered politely, swallowing hard. Her toes curled up inside her Mary Jane shoes as she stood in front of Mistress Holliday.
"You know what that means, I assume?"
Mary Ann bit her lip and nodded, looking down Read more:Birthdays
Quiet Understanding 1970-01-01 00:59:59 ***Copyright. 1999 by asparkle2@aol.com now asparkle2@yahoo.com***
[Entered in the 1999 Summer Short Story Contest on soc.sexuality.spanking]
Pete didn't have much to say. His sturdy stance was still as he accepted hugs from random relatives and friends. As his custom for many years, he roughly patted each shoulder.
Cassie got him to talk. "I loved her," Cassie said that night, hours later Read more:Quiet
, Understanding
Rhapsodies at Midday 1970-01-01 00:59:59 ***Copyright. 1999 by asparkle2@aol.com now asparkle2@yahoo.com***
Morgan's hands shook as she hung up the phone. She would be there, with him, in only a few short hours. Her hands gripping the bag tightly, she took a few steps toward the gate, drew a deep breath, and held her ticket out to the agent.
Her head against the edge of the seat where it met the window, Morgan closed her eyes, Read more:Midday
Revenge 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Copyright 2000 by asparkle2@yahoo.com. All rights reserved.
Beatrice's voice shook slightly. "I expect you are going to beat me."
His Lordship smiled a cool, dispassionate smile of amusement. "Of course I am. Why else would I bother with marriage?" He looked her over, from forehead to toe, appreciating her youthful vibrancy. Beneath the sheer nightdress, her body was warmly alive. His eyes Read more:Revenge
Argyll's Jealousy: 8 Hanover Square 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Copyright 2001 by asparkle2@aol.com now asparkle2@yahoo.com. All rights reserved.
"You may go, Anna." Argyll's announcement was sudden, stark in the still room. Both Anna and her mistress started, and Anna's fingers were trembling as she handed her mistress the hairbrush she had been using to prepare the lady for bed. With a blank look of panic, she fled the room.
Argyll was truly in a Read more:Jealousy
, Square
The Young Widow 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Copyright 2003 by asparkle2@yahoo.com. Published under the pen name S. S. Xavier by Pink Flamingo Publications, as a free piece of short erotica.
"Now tell me," he ordered, girding himself for the story. Her head remained in his lap, her body spread out before him on the bed. He had already opened the top of her nightgown to display her breasts and his hands fondled them, almost compulsively.
Songbird Lane 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Copyright 2003 by asparkle2@yahoo.com.
Thera stopped abruptly in the street, her mouth opening. She closed it hastily when her eyes met Wynd's, who shook his head warningly. Neither spoke until they had walked briskly past the house to their own home, hurried in and locked the door behind them.
As she always did, Thera spoke first, impetuously, without thought to the consequences. "Was that Read more:Songbird
Fiction from 2000-2006 1970-01-01 00:59:59 These stories have been published between 2000 and 2003:
Argyll's Jealous (2001)
Argyll's Pleasure (2003, first published 2006)
Coincidence? (2001) -
Dawn Delights (2000)
Dilemma of a Victorian Wife (2003)
Friday Night Frolics (2000)
Molly's Mistake (2003) One of my favorites.
Playmate for Hire (2001)
Revenge (2000)
Selections from the Journal of Little Lovely (2001)
Songbird Lane ( Read more:Fiction
Molly's Mistake 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Copyright 2003 by asparkle2@yahoo.com.
When the young maid brought in the earl's breakfast tray, his eyes gleamed. A nod of his head was all it took to send his valet and secretary from the room, their faces clearly understanding. The door clicked closed even before she had crossed the room.
"Good morning, my lord," she curtsied as she set his tray on the table beside him. "Mr. Shannon asked Read more:Mistake
, Molly
Selections from the Journal of Little Lovely 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Copyright 2001 by asparkle2@aol.com now asparkle2@yahoo.com.
January 5, 1869
I'm Little Lovely
, and I own a brothel. Here in the city where Yankees roam free to spend their blood money, I could think of no better way to take it from them. It wasn't difficult to find a few other young women, much like myself, who needed to survive.
Holly is a light-colored Negro, exceptionally beautiful, with a Read more:Journal
Argyll's Pleasure: 8 Hanover Square 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Copyright 2006 by asparkle2@yahoo.com. All rights reserved.
From Argyll's Jealousy: "As it is, tonight I shall only use that hairbrush you are clutching on your pert, adorable rump, and tomorrow morning I shall endeavor to mete out appropriate punishment to those fascinating nipples." Argyll shifted in the bed, drawing his body up. After propping a fluffy pillow behind his back, he leaned Read more:Square
Coincidence? 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Copyright 2001 by asparkle2@aol.com now asparkle2@yahoo.com. Edited 2006. All rights reserved.
Sherman considered the waif, who looked incredibly needy as she slept on his bed. It had started so innocently, with her pleading eyes. He hadn't been able to resist helping her reach that heavy hundred-year-old tome from the library's high shelf. He certainly hadn't been able to refuse her offer of Read more:Coincidence
Playmate for Hire 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Copyright 2001 by asparkle2@aol.com now asparkle2@yahoo.com.
His requirements were simple, straightforward. She should be available from the time he got home from work until midnight, and on weekends. She wasn't required to cook or clean,though she was required to live in his home - a luxurious villa nestled into a hill beside the sea. She would obey him, be with him.
His requirements were Read more:Playmate
Subtle Changes 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Copyright 2001 by asparkle2@aol.com now asparkle2@yahoo.com.
"Sex is messy, kid." The smoke rolled from his cigarette into the room and I resisted the urge to wrinkle my nose at the offensive smell. Hugging myself at the knees, I watched as he settled back against the headboard and took a long draw on the thin, white cancer stick. "It's like I said," he added, "Life's a bitch, and you gotta get Read more:Subtle
Sweetling 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Previous entries in this story can be found at
entry 1: Italian or Mexican?
entry 2: Galileo
entry 3: Watchdog
Copyright 2006 by asparkle2@yahoo.com
Esther chewed her lip nervously as she changed. Discarding her skirt, blouse, suit jacket, hose, underclothes and low heels, she donned fresh black panties and a black cami, pale pink velour pants and a matching jacket. Blindly she stared at the
Mine 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Previous entries in this story can be found at entry 1: Italian or Mexican?
entry 2: Galileo
entry 3: Watchdog
entry 4: SweetlingCopyright 2007 by asparkle2@yahoo.com
Minutes passed, but it might have been hours. Days, even, to Esther's muddled mind.
"Will you try it?" he eventually whispered, grazing his lips along her tingling jaw toward her earlobe.
Esther shuddered when he bit and tugged
Episode 1: Angst 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Copyright 2004 by asparkle2@yahoo.com. All rights reserved.
"You've come this far, you aren't going to back out now" Beth muttered the words to herself, surprised when the woman beside her looked up curiously.
"What's that, dear?" she asked, patting Beth's hand and leaning closer.
Beth valiantly resisted the urge to spill out her fears and nervousness on the patently sincere Read more:Episode
, Angst
Episode 2: Anticipation 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Copyright 2004 by asparkle2@yahoo.com. All rights reserved.
"I'm never going to be able to sleep"
The words were muttered quietly. Beth didn't dare shriek in utter frustration. In the next room, accessible through a connecting door that she had closed but not locked, he was supposedly sleeping.
Even Beth wasn't foolish enough to wake him up.
Anxiety - angst - had passed. Only a slight Read more:Episode
, Anticipation
Episode 3: Arousal 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Copyright 2004 by asparkle2@yahoo.com and davo [at] gmail.com. All rights reserved.
"You know you want this"
The words were hot against her ear. Beth shuddered in response, acquiescing as he arranged her on his lap. His chest to her back, her bottom riding the tops of his thighs, her legs spread apart and her feet tucked beneath his calves to keep them that way.
She knew better than to lie. Read more:Episode
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