I met a red-haired D-Man once,
Way down where the lilies blow.
I asked him what was in his bag
And if he would not show?

He slightly frowned,
And with a smile,
He tied me to a tree.
You'd like to know, my Little Friend?
You'd like a piece of me?

I shook my head,
I did not cry,
I did not want a piece.
But I don't think his offer was
Real to say the least.

Eventually
I felt a touch,
Of something hard and long,
And then I felt my panties go,
I got the “piece” all wrong.

I often think
Of that old tree,
And how the lilies blew,
A red-haired diamond in the rough,
Oh, gods! I want Part Two....   read more »

Diogenes Pendergast let his eyes roam carefully up and down the woman standing before him. As players went, she was technically one of the best sexual partners he had ever had but beyond that she was emotionally backward. And she could never match his Gwen for showmanship — not even with all of her professional experience.

Viola had her good points though. She normally did as she was told, but as the Bard said, “Aye, there’s the rub”. She did not do “normally” this time. She had proved to be quite adept at playing games with his brother. Too adept. She had been an excellent confidant and for years had been there when he needed her. It ticked Diogenes off no end that his beautiful Galatea could turn out to be such a dolt where Aloysius was concerned.

Sitting comfortably in the only really decent chair in the house, a club chair that he had specially made and sent out from England, Diogenes rested one arm bent at the elbow on the arm of the chair and laid his cheek in his palm. “Well, Jenny,” he drawled heartily, “it seems you’ve forgotten the cardinal rule of playing games. Don’t get...   read more »

She is lying in the warm, swirling water of the oversized whirlpool tub which is sunken in the middle of the bathroom floor in the Pendergast Dakota apartment. Her long, brown curls are pinned up, and she is drowsing from the heat of the water and the delicious swirls enveloping her body. The steam carries a faint fragrance of lavender from the soap she has used. She hears the door open softly but hears no footsteps padding across the room which is bathed in deep amber from the glow of the dimmed lighting. Presently, she hears a deep Southern purr asking, “Would you care for some company, my dear?” “Mmmmmmm,” she murmurs, “that would be nice. That would be very nice.” A small smile of expectation blossoms as she hears Aloysius step down into the tub and feels him gently lay next to her in the golden-rippled water. She opens her eyes, smiles into the face of the man she loves, and tenderly brushes aside the lock of platinum hair that seems to be forever falling over his forehead. Aloysius slides an arm beneath her shoulders and with the other hand unpins her hair letting its soft waves fall slowly...   read more »