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Chasing Sarah Palin

marc angel — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 09:45:40 +1030

If you’d asked me yesterday if I ever thought about doing it with Sarah Palin, I would have sworn I didn’t have the slightest interest. She’s not my type. But after what happened last night, I’m not sure how I’d answer. Because last night Sarah took me to some places I never dreamed I’d go. By the end, my sheets were so wet with sweat and sex juices, I had to throw them in the wash before I went to work—and as a married mother of three girls, you can well imagine it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex that wild.

Dress Me Up

Maddy — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 10:13:51 +1030

Beth's wide white grin matches her broad panama hat and narrow white tie. The tie swings between her bare breasts, brushing over her nipples when she walks and hanging down past the waist of her hiked up white trousers.

"Hey there, pretty," she says. "Wow, that's quite the predicament you're in."

Suit And Tie

marc angel — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 16:11:18 +1030

The Year of the Suits. That’s what I call it now, the nine months I spent working as a temp in the Financial District. I have a permanent life now—I’m living with a great guy and finishing up my master’s in physical therapy--but sometimes when I’m downtown on a weekday I get a hit of those strange times.

Yes, You Can Be a Leather Feminist!

Bridie — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 14:27:39 +0930

Yes, You Can Be a Leather Feminist,
Or “So, what’s a nice grrrl like you doing bound to a spanking bench like this?”

Life is rich for me as a devout feminist, bisexual swinger, and Switch with serious sub tendencies. Add to that a professional career in the hallowed halls of academia, marriage to a pro-feminist, Dom-leaning husband, and parenthood, and life is not only rich but full to overbrimming. And I love it that way.

Amy's Hour

marc angel — Wed, 13 Aug 2008 10:50:13 +0930

A platinum curl falls across Amy’s face and catches in her eyelashes. She blinks and sweeps it from her forehead. Tony smiles at her encouragingly. With a shrug of her shoulders, she lets her silky shawl slide off.

Her big blue eyes look straight into his. ‘Are you ready for it?’ she asks.

First Meeting, Final Destination

Maddy — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 19:02:05 +0930

I knew, as certain as the sun would rise the next day, that once I took the step I was about to take, my life, my world, would never be the same. Gone would be the days of playing games, teasing guys, stuck between manhood and boydom and no exit plan in sight, days of being who I thought I should be, who I thought I wanted to be. If I followed my heart, my soul, and met THE ONE as he wished me to meet him, I'd be lost forever.

From Tip To Toe

marc angel — Thu, 26 Jun 2008 18:52:15 +0930

Holly and I had been together for two months, and I adored her from tip to toe.

The only thing was, I hadn’t yet seen her toes. I had repeatedly seen her nipples, her pussy, even her sweet little asshole, up close . . . but not her feet.

Feet were special to Holly.

So although I’d watched her suck my cock . . . and I’d watched her take a piss . . . and I’d watched her screw her favorite vibrator, with legs spread wide . . . I hadn’t ever watched her take her socks off.

My Minds's Maiden

marc angel — Fri, 16 May 2008 11:46:48 +0930

I never settled for plain, red strawberries for breakfast. I preferred to drown the fruit’s scrumptious seedy skins in pools of cream, sprinkle spoonfuls of sugar over their floral green tufts, or swirl their pursed tips in chocolate sauces. I still remember tasting the sinful juice of the raw fruit inside its dark shell, but what stuck to my fingers was a viscid satisfaction. "You don’t bathe your soul in just anyone," a friend said, "but there is no harm in tasting."

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Manifesting

Maddy — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 20:14:28 +1030

She had come a long way in a short time. A level of desire that had gone from surprising herself to shocking herself to just matter-of-factly touching herself. Sometimes both morning and night. “Breakfast of champions,” she liked to call it when it started her day. Not cutesy turns of phrase after dark, just a simple wind-down to sweet dreams at bedtime. Turning 40 had quite simply been a revelation. Needs. Wants. Drives. Insatiable drives. And the new things that she found herself wanting in her wildly creative and oh so vivid imagination. Delicious. Decadent.

Dirty.

Lesson Number One

marc angel — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 11:58:35 +1030

I could see him approaching the door through the window of his upstairs apartment as I scaled the old creaky stairs out back. He is just beautiful, I think, before blushing and looking away. My heart is pounding and I’m feeling so nervous, but I don't want to further add to my embarrassment by letting him know how I feel. I’m such a control freak. I am here for a lesson in submission, but I am controlling my emotions before I step across the threshold...