All Chapters of Burning Passion{steamiest short stories}: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The morning that Matthew awoke to was warm and bright. Matthew now noticed that there were windows dotted around the tent fabric, these unnoticeable from the outside as they looked like part of the pattern. The windows were covered in curtains that were orange but also thin, allowing light to pass through them as if they weren't there.He turned in the bed to see a dark mass of curls spread out behind the most beautiful face he had ever seen. Looking into her face, he remembered last night - that this lady was his slave for the night, that her name was Elise and that her boss Jimmy would be coming to take her away from him at around 10 a.m. He looked at his watch attached to the small table beside the bed and found that Jimmy, who was always prompt, would be here in twenty minutes. ...................Elise awoke slowly, her mind remembering the sensations of the evening before with Matthew. She smiled and wondered if he was awake. Turning over, she saw that the bed was empty, exce

It was the last weekend before Christmas. Only 3 masturbating days before he had to make the long drive to his retired parents house and spend the holiday as the only unmarried son of five. Chris wasn't looking forward to another bachelor's arrival. He knew he would face the same questions as last year, "Got a nice girlfriend Chris?", "Getting any action Bro.?", and his favorite: "Why don't you come stay with us? We have plenty of room. Forget that lousy job, they'll never pay you enough to move out of that tiny apartment and that dirty little box you call a stove."Still, he liked his apartment. Sure it was tiny, and certainly the free nine foot tall Christmas tree that took up over two-thirds of his front room didn't improve available space. But it was free, an annual token of the apartment manager's goodwill. It even came with a stand, but no decorations. Chris had brought it in, stood it up in the corner, and fully intended to decorate it. He even bought decorations, but he hadn

They left the bedroom Beth leading the way, and Chris followed with his gaze attached to her short Santa top and the edge just covering her ass. He would love to pull that Santa top up just a few more inches and get on Santa's naughty list. Amazingly, that list was a lot closer to adding his name than Chris knew. As Beth entered the front room, she saw the decoration boxes open on the floor and went to them bending over. Her Santa suit rose up her hips as Beth flipped open a box. Chris was absolutely stunned by what he saw.The red panties.The same red panties he remembered so well from under the stairs she had on. They were the perfect matching value and hue of red as the Santa suits they both wore. The soft curving slope of the cheeks of her ass was like the velvet surface inside a diamond jewelry box. And the cut was very French. The innocent slightly naughty sexiness of her panties was stunning and Chris literally lost his breath. He didn't realize he had lost his swallowing c

He heard the bathroom door open and Beth's voice say, "My. Oh my. Santa really made his naughty girl hot. She rounded the corner into the front room coming into the view of Chris. Her Red Santa top was unbuttoned down the front. Her braless chest was open wide enough so both beginning swells of either breast were visible. She stood before Chris, a finger teasingly on her lips like a little dirty girl who had very naughty thoughts., her other hand behind her back. Chris greedily stared. She was so sexy. His eyes traveled down her body between her breasts and over her belly and there were those glorious red panties. Oh, they were so rich and dark red from her wetness. Beth saw the attention of his eyes. "I love my red panties when they're wet.""Oh, you do little girl?""Oh yes. Would Santa like to kiss my red panties?""Oh yes. Come here naughty girl. " Chris ordered her to come sit next to him as he patted the couch. Obediently, Beth went to Chris. She lingered, not quite ready to

"Et tu, Brute?" The tall, handsome actor portraying Julius Caesar uttered this famous Shakespeare line and then collapsed onto the floor of the stage. Fake blood began to pool around the "dead" body. The curtain closed and it was intermission.My friend Cheryl turned to me and asked, "So Mark, was it worth the trip?" I smiled. "Yeah, it was worth the trip. It's a good show."Cheryl had convinced me to make the trip with her back to her alma mater to see the annual Shakespeare festival. Ever since my girlfriend of three years had left me for some tall, dark, and handsome (and also idiotic, immature, and prone to infidelity) man about four months before, I hadn't gone out much. I hoped a road trip with Cheryl, one of my very best friends, would be just what I needed.Cheryl had been in a lot of shows in college, so when the play was over she took me backstage and introduced me to the cast and crew. They were having a cast party at one of the actor's apartments, and invited us to come al