Sex Stories – To Tell a Secret

Sex Stories - To Tell A Secret

To Tell a Secret – A Taste of Amy’s Whip


The new story is out tonight!  This one is a little different than the other stories I have written.  Here’s a sample and, as always, you can click the title to go get the whole thing – it’s less than a buck!

Brian clamped his eyes closed enjoying the relief and the hot wetness of her mouth.  This was more like it, he thought, feeling her tongue slash around his stiffness.
She pushed him in deeper, swallowing as she drew him in, feeling him pulse in her mouth.  She knew it was close, the explosion of milky essence but she was determined to keep it at bay and slid him back into the open.
“You want me to let you come, don’t you?”  She suddenly imagined him on all fours, a leather collar around his neck attached to a leash in her hand, his head buried between her thighs.  The character wanted to play.
“Yes,” he said, opening his eyes, “please.”
“Oh,” Amy grinned, “Are you begging now?”  She slid her grip up and down him, tugging him while she let the tip of her tongue circle the tip of his gland.
“Please,” Brian said, moving his hips forward, wanting her to suck him in again, let him come in her mouth.
This is torture; he thought staring down at her, taking in her little grin of power, the grip she had on his manhood, and the last water droplets sliding down her breasts.  But it’s the best kind of torture.
“I like it when you beg,” Amy said, basking in the control.  She moved her head back as he slowly moved toward her, fucking the grip of her fingers.  “What if I say no?”  She slid back down to the base of him and squeezed him tight again, watching every muscle in his body go rigid.
“Please…” his voice was beginning to plead.  The look on his face said he had been pushed further than he was used to, he was uncomfortable, but Amy couldn’t stop herself.
She kept slowly jerking him as her own climax approached.




The Mighty Mac Pt. 1


So, today while we were on our way to Drummond Island, he was driving, and I was sitting beside him, playing with my camera and my phone.  He reached over and laid his hand on my leg.  I gave it a little squeeze and then took a picture of the bridge through the windshield.

I don’t know how much you know about Mackinac, but there is a huge bridge, bigger than the Golden Gate according to my Google search while on said bridge, that goes into the Upper Peninsula.  The bridge has two lanes, one each way, that are made of metal, like a grating, and the tires hum when they drive over it.  His little sports car actually vibrated.  I leaned forward in my seat trying to get the entire bridge support into the shot and I could feel the vibrations move up my legs and into my thighs.  I looked over at him and grinned.  

He glanced away from the road and saw me.  “What?”  

“This bridge,”  I said, biting my lower lip, “it’s like a giant vibrator.”

Instantly, he slid his hand up my leg and under my skirt.  I closed my eyes as the seat of the sports car vibrated and his fingers rubbed my clit through my cotton panties.

“Go faster,” I said, moving my hips against him as he swirled around my swollen flesh.

He has always followed instructions well, and in a flash, he pushed down on the gas and the vibrations coming through the car changed pitch while his fingers moved my panties aside and parted my lips so he could drive two fingers inside me. 

I opened my eyes as the second massive support of the bridge rolled over our heads.  “Oh, don’t stop,” I said, grinding my hips and fucking his fingers.

“You better hurry and let go, the toll booth is coming up,” he said, starting to slow the car.

“Don’t stop,” I said. 

“I have to,” he countered still spreading his fingers deep inside me while I fucked my hips against him. 

“You can stop the car, but don’t stop…” 

“That’ll be four dollars, sir.”  A voice came from my left and I snapped my head toward the man who was looking over at my copain’s hand buried in my cooze. 

“Oh,” I said, tugging the skirt over his hand while he continued to move his fingers and hand the officer-looking guy some cash. 

“Thank you.  You two have a super day.”

“Yeah, thanks.”  He said, crushing the gas and spinning the tires as I started to feel the first waves of the orgasm wash over me.


I pushed down on the seat giving him room to push them deeper.

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Inside Peek at New Story

Have been working on the new story quite a bit and haven’t had much time for Google+ and Twitter so I thought I give you all a little tidbit of what this one is about.  Hope you enjoy!

The rest of the evening was a long ride into territory that Amy would never completely return from.  She wore the corset and a black mask that she originally thought looked like the lone ranger, and when she had seen herself in the mirror, the curves of her chest, her long legs, and the mask; something inside of her changed.  She liked the way it felt, this character inside of her.  She looked over at Tim who was neatly folding his clothes and stacking them on the floor next to the wall, his naked body, a little pale but in good shape; his cock wasn’t hard, but she knew it would be long when she got it there.  She slipped on the black high heels she had worn to his house because they matched everything else and tried to put herself in the mindset of a master.  Even though she loved the way she felt in the costume, the skimpy leather and the odd mask, the word itself made her feel uncomfortable, like stumbling on a thing you didn’t understand but knew that it was powerful and deserved some inherent amount of respect.
Timothy, fully naked and standing beside his stack of neatly folded clothes, turned and looked her over.  “You look so dangerous,” he grinned.  “You are going to have to help me chain myself to the wall.  That’s where you keep me when you are away.  I am your slave, mistress,” he said.  “You can do whatever you want.”
She stood there staring at his naked body for more than a minute while she tried to figure out how she felt and what to do.  Something inside her was pushing her forward, something that excited her.
She picked up the riding crop and started to walk toward him.  She realized that her steps were in a perfect line, one foot clicking in front of the other.  The corset was snug on her skin, tight across her mound.  She looked down at her tits bouncing with every footfall.  She felt sexy and her cunt started to warm under the leather.  She examined Tim hanging against the wall, and dragged the end of the crop along his strong, wide back, tracing the little red lines left by mistresses that had obviously been there before.  He shivered under the feel of it, the tool moving along his back as if he wanted her to strike him, to leave another line.  Her heart was racing.  She was thrilled; she could feel it in her chest.
“Why did you get these?” She asked, shocked that her voice was quiet but strong, that she had found this new character’s voice.
“I disobeyed,” Tim said.
“What were you told not to do?”
“I was told not to watch,” he said quietly.
“And you did?”  Amy put the tip of the crop between his legs and tapped the inside of his thighs until he spread them apart.
“I did.”
“Why?” She asked as she wrapped her fingers around his cock.  “Why did you disobey?”
Tim looked into her eyes and a little grin lit across his face, his excitement at her acceptance was impossible to hide.  “Sometimes I am bad,” he said.

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