Stories by Gwen

I snuggle next to Eva, enjoying the sweet drowsy softness of her body against mine. I pull her just a bit closer, giving her a little squeeze. The sun is warm where it falls through the lace curtains. It's going to be a hot day. But right now everything is perfect. The warmth, the sun, the long day ahead...I sigh in contentment. "What’s for breakfast?" Eva mumbles. "Mmmmmm," I respond. "Bring me coffee." I roll over, grateful for a few more minutes of sleep. Eva giggles and gives my ass a little squeeze as she slips from the bed "Yes, Miss Monster. Will there be anything else for you, Mistress? Shall I shine your shoes, Mistress?" She laughs as she pads out to the kitchen. My face breaks into a sleepy half-smile as I listen to her leave. "Mistress." "Monster." What must she really think of me? A neat freak, a nerd, a wine lover, an opera fan. What could have drawn us together? I glance at the stack of paper...

Gwen is coming to town. For two or three weeks, it's all I can think about. Gwen is coming. I'm counting the days. Finally the big day arrives. She invites me to meet her at her hotel - the same luxury business hotel where she always stays. She always gets a big suite on the floor reserved for frequent travelers. I park in the lot and make my way through the lobby. I announce myself to the concierge on Gwen's floor, who checks a list before directing me to a door at the end of the hall. I press the button and hear a musical chime. The door opens and Gwen is there. I am always surprised, in person, to be taller than Gwen. Her virtual presence is larger than life. I guess that's natural, given the nature of our relationship. Gwen is dominant, I am submissive. I get pleasure from being told what to do, from being or doing or experiencing whatever Gwen decides. She gets pleasure, she says, from controlling me, from treating me like an object, a sex toy to be used however s...

"But where are we going?" Linda asks me, for something like the sixth time. "Linda...you are so impatient! A birthday present is supposed to be a surprise, so let me surprise you." She crosses her arms over her breasts and settles back into the passenger seat with a frustrated sigh as I continue driving. "Can't you give me a hint?" she asks. "Look," I reply. "We're here." I'm just turning the car into the parking lot of a lingerie shop. "Happy birthday," I say. "This is my birthday present?" she asks. "Sexy outfits? Isn't that more like a present for you?" I sputter for a moment before she leans over and gives me a kiss. "I'm just teasing you, darling," she says. "This is very sweet of you." She smiles broadly. "Let's shop!" We walk through the store and admire the offerings: pajamas and negligees and camisoles and nightgowns. Panties and...

I take my seat on the train as I do every weekday morning. I haven't noticed you yet. I set down my purse and open my newspaper. I glance up then and see you in a facing seat several rows away. You smile. I wave. We've never spoken, but we have watched each other struggle with umbrellas and heels for two years. I sneak a glance at your slim legs, then return to my newspaper. You take a look around the train car. A handful of earnest commuters are flicking fingers against their cell-phone screens or vacantly looking out the window as we pull out of the station. A smile lights your face as you are struck by inspiration. The next time I glance up, your dress is hiked up over your crossed legs, offering a delectable view of your bare thighs. I look for a moment, then allow my eyes to rise to your face. I blush as I realize you have caught me looking. You hold my gaze as you uncross and recross your legs. I gulp as my blush intensifies. I return my gaze to my newspaper b...

You see me climb the stairs to the library's second-floor study hall, but I haven't noticed you yet. I set down my backpack and make myself at home at one of the tables across from you, pulling out a stack of notebooks. I sort through the binders, selecting a red one, and sit back to review my notes. It is then that I glance up and see you across the room. You smile. I wave, then return to my notebook. You take a look around the second floor, where a handful of earnest students are plugging away at laptops and taking notes from thick textbooks. The smile returns to your face as you are struck by inspiration. The next time I glance up, your plaid wool schoolgirl's skirt is hiked up over your crossed legs, offering a delectable view of your thighs. I look for a moment, then allow my eyes to rise to your face. I blush as I realize you have caught me looking. You hold my gaze as you uncross and recross your legs. I gulp as my blush intensifies. I return my gaze to th...

I want you to help me find a new sub. We'll be partners. We'll pick her out and we'll kidnap her and take her to this cabin I know a couple hours away. She'll be so scared when we get there. When she calms down a little I will congratulate her on her new life. I'll tell her that she now has an infinitely obedient sextoy to use in any way she sees fit. She will awaken to gentle cunnilingus every morning. She will be gently bathed in the shower or tub. She'll receive massages throughout the day. Sex of any kind whenever she wants. From you. She won't believe it. So we'll have to make a little demonstration. I can give you to her, but she needs some training. An owner's manual. She'll want to be considerate at first, to treat you like a person. I'll show her how to treat you as an object. I'll put you on all fours during our conversation so I can put my feet up and use you as a footrest. I'll let her know that she doesn...

I have more cunnilingus memories than fellatio memories. But never let it be said that I am a stranger to Priapus. Years ago when I was working in San Francisco I rented a house in the hills overlooking the airport. The hill we lived on was steep enough, and the architecture of our house careful enough, that the hot tub in the back yard was completely private. Linda and I spent a lot of time out there under the stars. She had this whole geisha routine where she used to dress in a robe and fetch me wine and a towel, sometimes a dainty snack. She'd undress me and massage me as I eased myself into the hot water. Then she'd get in and we'd listen to music and watch the planes circle as they waited to land at SFO. Linda's little brother Steve came to town, I remember, to make a presentation at one of the universities. I think actually it was UC-Berkeley, which wasn't terribly close to us. But we invited him to stay with us anyway. He could always borrow my car to ...