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 CITY OF LOVE: Evelyn Starr met David in Pittsburgh,
(Alex wrote this for Dawn on their 30th Anniversary) I'd seen her once before, in the line to the Clemson University bookstore, on the stairs. She was so tiny, but she was about as sexy as anyone I had ever encountered. Her most prominent attribute was a mass of gorgeous red hair surrounding her lovely face. It was a small face, with high cheekbones flanking a prominent nose that perfectly suited her. Her lips were small and full and highlighted with brilliant red lipstick. She had beautiful white teeth when she smiled. Her eyes were light. They seemed to twinkle. They were the kind of eyes that change color, slightly, depending on the light and on her mood. Her complexion was very fair, with just a hint of freckles. Her eyes crinkled when she smiled, which was often. She was wearing a white silky blouse with black polka dots on it. It was buttoned all the way up, and she had a sheer black scarf tied around her creamy white throat. Her firm and small but perky breasts strained against the front of her blouse, and her long sleeves were buttoned at the wrists revealing only her delicate hands. The blouse was tucked into a tight red mini-skirt. It was about the shortest mini-skirt I had ever seen that didn't reveal the wearer's underwear. How girls were able to walk around wearing those things without everything underneath flashing out has always been a mystery to most men, me included. It was especially enticing since she had such a well-rounded behind. Her hips rolled as if they were on ball bearings as she walked. Her shapely legs reached down past slender ankles to her tiny feet concealed in black high heel shoes held on with ribbons tied in bows around her ankles. There was a rugby party that night at the Deauville Apartments and the Sailing Club was invited. I think it was a Valentine's Day party. I was in the Sailing Club and needed a date, so I thought I would call a girl named Kathy, who lived in the dorm next to ours. Chip, my room mate, and I could wave to Kathy and her room mate from our window. Kathy had a date, and she couldn't break it, so I asked her about "the little redhead that lived down the hall" from Kathy. As I remember, I had asked someone else in the bookstore line about her and learned that she lived in this dorm. "Do you want to talk to her?" asked Kathy, "She's right here." "O.K.," I said, "put her on." "Here she is," said Kathy, "her name is Dawn." I don't remember exactly what we said to each other, but she told me that she also had a date. I told her to break it and go out with me, not thinking that she would. I intimated that a rugby party was something she shouldn't miss. We talked for a while, and then she said "O.K." I was elated. I picked her up and we drove to the party. As we pulled into the parking lot, I saw John Williams pulling in behind us. I couldn't wait to introduce the two of them. Dawn was so small. I didn't know how small she was, but it turned out that she was only 4' 10" tall and weighed less than 100 pounds. John was a basketball player, although not a really good one. He was an honest 7' tall. The two of them looked so funny standing in front of each other, but we all became great friends later on. It was a heck of a party. A fellow named Goon was wearing a tuxedo and mixing drinks. Dawn and I couldn't keep our eyes or hands off of each other. I couldn't stand it. She was so sexy and I got the feeling that she felt the same way as I did. I asked a friend named Plum who lived in the apartments if I could borrow his room for a while. He said O.K. so Dawn and I left the party and went to his room. We made love several times there in the dark. We eventually went back to the party. I didn't really know for sure, at the time, but we had both fallen madly in love with each other in those few hours. It was mostly lust at that point, but we were both really smitten. The next day, we went sailing in a regatta on Lake Hartwell. The winds were incredibly light, and even though Dawn wasn't much of an experienced sailor, we won because we were the lightest crew in the fleet. I jokingly told everybody that I was going to marry her so she could never crew for anyone else. Later that day, we went back to my room and I saw her in the nude for the first time with enough light to actually see her body. She was incredibly beautiful. We made love over and over again. During the next week we were rarely apart from each other except for classes and when we had to part in the evenings to go back to our respective dorms to go to sleep. By the end of the week, I think we both knew we were meant to spend the rest of our lives together. We told our friends that we were going to get married some day, but we said it jokingly, and everyone said "Oh yeah, right." It was a year later that I actually asked her to be my bride and she said yes. I asked her after the Christmas holidays when I picked her up at the airport. We went to Greenville, shopping, in pawn shops, to buy a ring. We found one, a small, small, secondhand diamond that cost only $50. She was 19 and I was 29 when we were married at Clemson, in the Alumni Center on July 27, 1974, after I graduated, having served in the army earlier. Plum was my Best Man. I still think that Dawn is the sexiest person in the world. I love to watch her whenever she moves around in the nude. We've both aged over the years, but her body still fascinates me, even if it isn't as perfect as it once was. Sex isn't as spectacular as it once was, and certainly not as often, but I still anticipate it and think about Dawn all the time. We are best friends, and lovers, and I don't think anyone could possibly be as much in love with each other as we are. I wish everyone could be as fortunate as Dawn and I. We are truly in love, forever. I love you Dawn. There could never be anyone else. Love, Bill
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Paula Calloway My jerk insisted his friend take me out to various places, to include parking of all things! His friend and I spent Friday nights parked in a spot either overlooking the lights of the city or the span of the country. Our conversation ranged from our families to our spouses and what we really wanted out of life. In the beginning of April, we discovered my husband was sleeping with both his girlfriend and wife! I confessed I wanted to go home, but didn't have a way. "How about a personal taxi?" His words stunned me. After all, he was my husband's best friend and, although I had been faithful with no more than light kissing and lots of holding, his offer meant the world to me. I accepted and we made plans. I knew it was only a two day drive, one if pushed, but he was the only driver. I figured he would drop me off and leave. The trip became complicated. Taking highway 85 instead of interstate 85, led to several four full days of learning about each other and falling in love. The first hotel was in southern Georgia, the room was mint green and the movie was 'The Killer Bees'. It was after the movie when we talked, shared and explored. So began our world for I had never felt anything so wonderfully amazing as being with this man. He helped me walk away from an abusive situation and into his waiting arms. Being there for twenty-four years as a friend, twenty-three years as a lover and nineteen years as a partner, I intend to be there forever. Together, we share love, a daughter, a grandchild (from his son of his first marriage), two extended families, his military career and my writings. Together, we are partners in life.
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Celine Chatillon We both lived in the same dorm at Bowling Green (Ohio) State University but on different floors. I lived on the first floor that was convenient to the front desk and had an easy escape route via the windows at ground level. He lived on the third floor with a well-to-do roommate with a great loft set-up. We had met each other casually at a welcome to the dorm party the previous term, but I didn't really remember him. All I remembered was his nickname, "Ozzie". No, not Ozzy like in Ozzy Osbourne but Ozzie as in "Ozzie and Harriet." Seriously weird. As a second-term film studies student, I had signed up to take a course in black-and-white photography. I had spent all my ready cash on a 35mm single lens reflex camera the summer before I started school and had no money to buy a flash. The first couple of weeks it didn't matter much, as I took photos out of doors around campus: cool shadows on the sidewalks, interesting textures on the tombstones in the old cemetery next to the math building, lunar-like landscapes of Golf Course Hill. But then the first of a series of big snowstorms hit the windswept plains of Northwest Ohio. We found ourselves buried in about four to five feet of snow. I needed a flash to shoot pictures inside for my next assignment, and I needed it badly. I asked around the dorm in the vain hope that someone would knew someone else who would be willing to rent me a flash and save me the trip of trudging through the snow a mile or so into the small downtown to the camera shop. "Ozzie" who lived upstairs was a photojournalism major I was told. Everyone suggested that I borrow a flash from him. I timidly knocked on his door and explained my predicament. Sure enough, he said he had an extra flash to spare that worked well with my SLR. He said I could keep it for the term and use it for free. The first thing to whiz through my mind was, "Man, is this guy ever sweet to help me out." The second was, "Is this guy an idiot? Electronic 35mm camera flashes cost a lot of money. What if I break or lose it?" The third thing was, "Gee, this guy is kind of cute... Why haven't I noticed him before?" Of course we saw each other around the dorm a lot more after that... I had questions about photography, and he was an expert, having shot photos for his local newspaper since he was in high school. I found out that Ozzie had a real name--Tim--and he was an exchange student from Oregon State. He'd only come to Bowling Green for a year since he heard it had one of the best photojournalism schools in the country. The extreme snowfall amounts had really taken him by surprise. He'd only brought sneakers and a light winter jacket. (Our courtship all happened before they were the only shoes young adults wore.) The wind chills on the flat campus of B.G.S.U. can hit the forty below mark... I worried about him. Didn't it snow much in Oregon? (It doesn't much in the Willamette Valley I learned.) I ran into Tim late one night while half the dorm was out sledding with cafeteria trays on Golf Course Hill. The snow was thick and the ice was slick... and even wearing two pairs of jeans and long johns, two coats, two pairs of gloves, a hat and a scarf, I was practically freezing before too long. Poor Tim was wearing that short jacket and sneakers. He was going to wind up in the hospital with frostbite for sure. I tried to get him to come inside and get warm, but he was having too good a time to notice the temperature. How could I get this cute guy back into the dorm before he turned into a Popsicle? Ah ha! I envisioned a plan... Now, I admit I read way too many Harlequin romances in junior high school, so the "damsel in distress" ploy came to me very easily. Every time I sled down the hill, I had "trouble" getting back up again. (This wasn't difficult to fake.) After spotting me foundering in the snow, Tim rushed over and lent me a hand. I leaned heavily on his arm as we trekked up the hill again and again, and I didn't let go once we made it to the top. To cut a long story short, I got him back to my dorm room to "warm up" soon enough. And eventually, I asked him if he wanted to go uptown to the disco sometime. Yes, he was a bit shy. He'd make suggestions, but he was too bashful to really act on them. I eventually invited him to the Valentine's Sweetheart Dance. After walking through a corridor of snow about twelve feet high on the path to the Student Union Building to the dance in my roommate's borrowed ballerina flats (which looked terrific with her pink cashmere sweater, by the way) I knew it was love. I soon became known around the dorm as "Harriet" to Tim's "Ozzie". "Ozzie and Harriet"... Seriously weird. So how did I do in photography? My photos got A's thanks to Tim's help in the dark room. But some of his other "assistance" in the dark room made me late for class one day, and I about flunked a major test. I ended up getting a B for the course. But I have to say that come spring term, I made all A's in one particular upper level course: The Psychology of Human Sexuality. Hey, you always learn better by doing than simply reading... and it's always helpful to have a willing "lab partner":) Extasy Books: A Middle-Class Existence
Sarah Dickson One day, I waited in the corridor to go to class when lo and behold, gorgeous appeared. All those romance stories about the eyes-across-the-room bit. Until that instant our eyes met, I didn't believe it either. Wrong. It's true. Mind you, he wasn't quite as sure as I was at the time, so he needed some 'persuasion'. All in the gentlest possible way of course. After three months I proposed and I still recall the shock on his face. After a couple of days he said yes (nearly throttled him for delaying but hey, can't rush a man). We've been married (still can't believe it at times - 25 years this year).
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Stefani Kelsey, editor My friend Steph came over, pulled me out of my fetal ball, and made me get dressed up and go out. We went to kareoke first, where I did a version of Alanis Morrisette's "You Oughta Know" that scared the DJ. Our next spot was our normal club. I was fairly tipsy and extremely man-hating. Steph went to the bathroom. Shortly after, this very short man comes over and tells me that his friend wants to talk to me. I later found out this was the little man's revenge on Ryan for some incident with a woman he was interested in. Apparently, Ryan had commented on the way I looked, in a good way. I responded in my usual sweet and gentle manner: I told him that if his friend wanted to talk to me, he could get his ass over here. He started to speak, but then six-feet-in-her-heels Steph lays a hand on my shoulder and told him to get away from her bitch. Picture Steph: Flaming red hair, multiple body piercings, black leather. He scuttles off in terror. A few minutes later, this adorable young man comes over. Holy Cross ball cap. Looked about seventeen. College punk, I thought. See, the only reason they were in that club was it was the only one in the area that served Guiness on draft. So it wasn't fate that brought us together, but beer. He give me a grin and asks me my name. I look him in the eye and say, "My name is Stef, and I don't put out." He fires right back, "That's O.K, I just want to dance." I really looked at him then, and realized maybe he wasn't just a pretty face. We talked and danced. At one point, his friend and his royal bitch of a girlfriend wanted to leave, so Ry let them take his brand-new car and stayed with me. We've been together since. Extasy Books: Cyber Daemon, Summer Pirate, Those Hills
Master Nage (Steve Lazarowitz) I had been in retail for close to twenty years, in the same small computer store for fourteen of those. Perhaps I was burned out, though it was more than that. I had everything anyone could ever want, but I was stagnant. The girl I was with was fifteen years younger than I, the job was the same old thing day after day (and was going nowhere), and I wasn't writing. Whatever the reasons, I needed to change my life, but there was a problem. I was too locked in. Too long on the same job to think about starting over, making more money than I would have made anywhere else and there wasn't really anything wrong with the relationship, save my dissatisfaction. It's very hard to walk away from a relationship that is almost, but not exactly, what you've been looking for. Yet if I can't be true to myself, how can I be true to anyone? After several false starts, I ended it. This was made harder by the fact that she couldn't afford to move out and so we continued to live together for three months until she got her own place. At the same time, work had become intolerable, when the owner of the store sold the service department to a man I'd had enough run-ins with in the past to put me on edge. My life was slowly disintegrating-but still, I couldn't walk away. Then I met a slave online. She was everything I thought I could want in a woman, and she sold me a line of bullshit I was keen to believe. I was an easy target, looking for a way out at any price. Little did I know how much it would eventually cost. We met on a 3-D online chat program. I love programs like that, and these days spend lots of time on Second Life. Back then it was Rose. I sought solace online and found it. I thought I was in love. I was an idiot. It might surprise some of you that the women I was with didn't mind sharing me, but I was always up front with them. Having been in more than one long-term relationship, I was completely convinced monogamy would not work. I had never said otherwise. At the time of this story, I had the two girls collared, the one in the South and the other an online slave with whom I had, at one point, spent time with in real life. For reasons too complex to go into here, my other slave wasn't an option for a real life relationship, but my bond with the new slave grew daily. Finally, I took that first step to making my future a reality; I gave notice on my job and prepared to move to Alabama. From that point, things disintegrated pretty fast. I was let go with some severance pay before the date I'd planned to finish working, the girl I'd been with moved out, taking most of the furniture with her and some of the money in our joint account. This was fine by me. We'd both had jobs and both deposited money into that account, and I was moving and didn't want to have to take a lot of furniture with me. But the girl I was supposed to be moving in with kept setting back the date, and my bank account slowly dwindled. I was living in an apartment with almost no furniture. I slept on a recliner chair or an air mattress. Winter turned to spring and we had the worst infestation of roaches it has ever been my displeasure to endure, and still I was stuck in New York, with only my online slaves for comfort. You're probably wondering where dana comes in. I met her on that same 3D chat program. My slave and I were in my virtual room. Several people came by to visit (my slave not me. I wasn't nearly as popular as she was). One of them was an online couple I'd never met before, one of whom was dana. She came to my room with her then online boyfriend. She had never claimed to be into BDSM, but my radar is an amazing thing. I knew she was submissive before she did. All she knew was she was fascinated by me. It didn't hurt that she'd read some of my work before we'd actually met. Not many people had heard of me back then, and it was a coincidence I couldn't ignore. Still, she had her relationship and I had my plans, and as much as I liked her, there wasn't room for yet another slave in my life. I should mention at this point that I have some very good friends, two of whom didn't like how I was living. They conspired to kidnap me. I was still holding out for a future that would never happen, but somehow they convinced me to move. One of them rented a truck and helped me move most of what was left of my possessions to Illinois, where the other friend had set up a very nice basement apartment for me, complete with cable Internet access and a television. I don't know what I've done to deserve such friends. It's a source of joy that when I did need them they were there, even though I couldn't bring myself to ask for help. I was only going to be in Illinois for three weeks, but ended up staying for three months. As dana grew closer to me, she began to accept her submissive nature and her relationship ended. I collared her as my third girl, online only. This was fine by the other two girls, as they knew there was no way in hell I was moving to Australia. Dana was a safe girl for my third collar. As it became more and more obvious to me that I didn't have a relationship in Alabama, it became more and more obvious that I did have one in Tasmania. By the time I finally faced reality and realized I'd been a complete and total fool, I had already given up a job, an apartment and most of my possessions. Most of what's left of those possessions still resides in Illinois. I had one more stop to make before I took the long flight to Tasmania to see if it would work. And it was another slave that took me in for those last months. She helped me prepare for a one-way flight into a future I couldn't begin to imagine. And then, it was time to leave the United States, possibly forever. Try to put yourself in my place. Here I was, spending my last pennies on a one-way ticket to another country, to live with a slave I'd never met, and her two teenage boys. I didn't have enough money to come back if it didn't work out. I couldn't legally work in Tasmania, and I'd just come off a situation where I had been played in ways I don't even want to think about. I don't know where I found the strength to board that flight, or the confidence to believe in love after being hurt so badly. That I did believe is nothing short of a miracle. Dana and I met for the first time in real life on January 5th, 2003, after chatting online for some nine months. At the time, she'd been collared as an online for about five months. On March 26, 2003, we married. I've never regretted a second of it. In that sense, the woman in Alabama did me a favor, for she gave me the hope that there was something out there worth moving on to. It wasn't where I thought it would be, or with whom, but it was a new beginning for me at a time I desperately needed a new beginning. I don't know that I'd have had the strength to leave my life in New York to risk a future with a woman in Tasmania, if I hadn't already moved away. Dana had insisted all along that I was moving to Tasmania to write, something I couldn't do without her support-not only financially, but in other ways as well. Dana edits my work, does covers for me and is a sounding board when I need to figure out what happens next in a story. She's become an irreplaceable part of my creative process. As for me, well, I guess I can finally start believing in monogamy again. Perhaps, after all this time, I had only been looking for the right slave.
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Terri Pray In August 1999 I finally flew over for what I thought would be a holiday. I had distant cousins in Houston and had been invited to stay with them. Sam flew down into Dallas a few days later and we drove up to meet him. Now, over the many months we had roleplayed out the relationship between our characters, the three months we had also been talking on the phone and the hours spent exploring stories together, we had never, once, exchanged pictures. Rare in this day and age I know. So needless to say when we met we were both very nervous. Neither of us really wanted to admit that we felt a lot more than a passing love for each other, and had a friendship that meant the world to us both. So there we were, in Dallas airport, looking at each other for the first time. He smiled, looked at me, caught his breath and finally spoke. From what I remember the conversation went a little like this. Terri?? Yes?? I expected him to pull a face and get back on the next plane so his next words were not what I had expected. I can't believe I am this lucky! It took me a moment to work out what he had meant, but before I had had the time to even ask he'd cleared the distance between us, picked me half up the floor, spun me around and given me the deepest, most heart searing kiss I had ever experienced. When our ride caught up with us, he finally let me go. Only long enough to drop to one knee and propose right there in the middle of the airport. For some odd reason, I said yes. This year we celebrate our sixth wedding anniversary. Our daughter turns five this month and our son is now two years old. Sam is my biggest supporter in life and the reason I write. Every book of mine sold on Extasy carries a dedication to him. Without him I would not be writing, I would not have that belief to even try. Extasy Books: A Small Lesson, Ettore's Women, Green Dreams, Ruby Kisses, Eternal Slave, Deed Wife, Pride of the Tavern, Not Just a Mom, Fire and Steel.
Jackie Rose When I met David at a party in New York City, we soon learned we had many interests in common, most notably British history. Afterwards, he walked me home and asked for my phone number. I was glad to give it to him…or at least I thought I had. It turned out, though, that I had transposed the first three numbers….from 533 to 553. Luckily for me, he was confident enough to realize that I really did want to see him and he was also a mathematician, who knew what to do about it. So he set about dialing the number with different combinations of 5 and 3 and hit on the right one with the second try. But even after all these years, when we have recalled that story so many times, I still had to ask him if 553 was the right version. I turned out to be wrong. David's memory for numbers tells him that we were engaged on April 21st and married on June 7th. Just to be sure, I asked him how many days that was later. At that, by his family's standards, he was downright hesitant. His parents were engaged one week after they met. My enthusiasm for British history is revealed in Rebel Rogue and Prince Charlie's Witch, inspired by Bonnie Prince Charlie's revolt. Other Extasy books are Warrior's Captive: I Briseis, Captive Master (Or, the Further Adventures of Simon Legree), Planet Maccabee, Dueling Duo, I'm Undead and I Vote, I'm a Vampire and I Count, I'm a Vampire for Real, I'm a Viking and I Protest.
Evelyn Starr Knowing this girl's demonstrated taste of men (in one week, no less) the rest of us were prepared to run at the sight of him. But when he showed up, I was getting into the elevator as he was getting off, and oh, MAN!!!! Talk about your nice-looking dudes. He and I hooked up right there, were in love by the time we got back to my room, and needless to say, I had a new roommate the next semester. And I transferred to that college down the street at the end of the year. Now, Ukranians believe its verrrrrrrrrrrrry good luck to have rain on your wedding day. Must work - it was raining so hard the day I was married that my bridesmaids and I had to get dressed in the kitchen in the basement of the church before the wedding. And we're up to 31 happy years and still going strong. Extasy Books: Hot August Nights, Wild Blue, Made To Love Her, The Day After Summer, Sweet Little Lies, The Love Charm, One Night In Bangkok, Bird Of Paradise, You Know You Make Me Blue, Elmwood, Mystic Falls Bamboozled
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