"The Arroyo" Finished!

This morning I finished the new short story "The Arroyo". It's coded M/f, romantic, bondage, toys, consensual. So it's pretty light. It should appeal to some of my female readers especially. This story will be posted in the VIP Lounge at Michael Alexander Stories, along with "Abduction", "The Computer", and "The Invitation". So just think, four new short stories just to start out with! I've mostly been working on the website lately, and it's been a learning experience. I should have a decent front page up by Friday and I've already got several additional pages built, including the Free Story Archive list. Once I have page formats done, I will be able to add new pages rapidly. The idea is to have the VIP Lounge up by May.

Here is a small excerpt of "The Arroyo"!

“All right, but it will cost you.” He said, extracting something small and metallic, holding it tightly in his hand.

“Cost me? What?” She asked suspiciously.

Parker opened his hand, letting a thin black metal chain dangle from his fingers. On each end of the chain was a small metal rubber tipped clamp, each with a tiny screw to change the tightness of the bite. It seemed to sway in the breeze and Karen’s eyes got very big.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She said, eyes locked on the clamps.

He shook his head. “Nope. You want to suck on me, this is the price.” He jiggled the chain and grinned.

The indecision was clearly written across her face and he thought about telling her that he had every intention of putting the clamps on her anyway, a little later down the trail. However he sensed that her sexual need was relatively desperate and that she would choose to have the clamps on herself, without any urging from him, which would give him the opportunity for something even more diabolical later on.

Finally she stepped up to him, eyes dark and filled with hunger. She reached up to the simple spaghetti straps of the sundress and pulled first one, then the other, off her shoulders. The dress clung to her breasts regardless of the loss of the spaghetti straps and she tugged the material down, exposing her magnificent bosom to his eyes. Each soft curve was tipped with pink, a tiny bud exposed and raised in the cool breeze of spring. Her chest heaved with deep breaths and she cupped both grapefruit sized mounds and held them, presenting herself.

With a grin Parker pinched open the first clamp, setting it over her right nipple. Coming from straight on, he let it close, watching the reaction on her face as the sensation rushed through her. He could tell that it wasn’t painful, but the pressure was just intense enough to focus her thoughts on her breast. The other clamp went on just as easily and her eyes closed as she dealt with the onslaught of new sensation streaming through her body.