Yoni Steele on Gromet's Plaza Archive

An Unfortunate Phone Call

Tue, 27 Feb 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Danielle was furious! She had been in the middle of uploading a large file when the phone line went dead. Well, not exactly dead, but the computer link was terminated as her roommate, Linda, kept dialing a phone number using the library phone until it cut off the server connection.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Danielle screamed as she burst angrily into the large, dimly lit study. The blonde was sitting in the large leather arm chair. The lovely girl’s legs were splayed open over the upholstered arms, her short skirt was hiked up to her waist to give one hand full access to her pussy while she used the other to hold the handset. Her tight sweater was in a heap in the middle of the desk, and since Linda didn’t believe in encumbrances like bras, that meant she was completely topless, undoubtedly so she could play with her own nipples when the thought struck the incredibly lascivious wench’s mind.

At the Lake

Sun, 12 Jun 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Packaged Story Contest 2005 Entrant

When I opened the front door of my house after another long day at work, I was greeted by my best friend Joyce, dressed in a rather stimulating, delightfully translucent negligee. I set my laptop down by the door, gave her a big hug, and cemented my lips to hers for a luscious, deep kiss. The kiss lasted for a full minute, but I was delirious with lust for my gorgeous roommate after about half a second as she plunged her hot tongue into my open mouth. Her power to make me horny with a kiss or even just a whisper never ceased to amaze me.

Protecting the Toys

Mon, 01 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

I really enjoy my job. I take care of women who are packaged and delivered for a fun time in a hotel room, home, apartment, and sometimes even an office. I can’t think of a better job in the world. The women of Aman are all beautiful, sexy creatures. Some are tall, but most are petite; some of them have dark hair (actually, most of them fall into that category as they are predominantly oriental), some are redheads, and some are blondes. And they are all luscious.

Signed, Sealed & Delivered

Mon, 01 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Damn you, Asahi! What the hell have you gotten me into? Do you ever check out your clients beforehand? This guy is some kind of a wicked freak! And now he has decided to steal me! No, I don’t mean kidnap; you won’t get a ransom note because he plans to keep me! ME!!! Your best – and if I do say so myself – your best looking, bustiest, and most creative worker!

Parole or Punishment?

Fri, 15 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Parole or Punishment? by Yoni Steele Parole or Punishment? By Yoni Steele Part 1

It was a rather pleasant, spring Sunday evening. I had only been in town for a few hours and was enjoying a lovely walk along the somewhat deserted streets in a city shutting down for the night, thinking about my plans for the up-coming week. It was the start of what I felt was a hard-earned vacation, and I was looking forward to seeing the sights. I had been to Washington, DC, many times before, but it had always been for business. The museums and monuments had been tantalizing when I had driven around after those business meetings; but it was always too late to do anything on those occasions, other than enjoy the wide variety of cuisine in the numerous restaurants. So for the first time I found myself with the opportunity to do whatever I wanted. My agenda for the next six days included lots of places to visit, but as it was a Sunday evening, I had nothing scheduled other than wandering around.

Melting Point pt 2

Mon, 04 Nov 2002 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Melting Point)

8 8 Melting Point Part 2 by Yoni Steele Melting Point © Yoni Steele, 2002 HotYoni496@yahoo.com

Having a climax without permission is most assuredly against Mistress Shannon’s rules. But that one was worth it. She knew what she was doing to me, but that didn’t stop her from twisting my mind by overstimulating my sexual center. And now I am being punished.

Of course I have to be properly disciplined. While in the midst of my mind-numbing orgasm, I fell over, collapsing against the shelf of candles. The cascade that destroyed all four shelves was as inevitable as my bodily response to the most intense orgasm I have ever and probably will ever have.

Aphrodite's Gift

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Aphrodite’s Gift by Yoni Steele F/m; bdsm; cbt; nc; XXX

Gods and Goddesses. Can�t live with them. Can�t live without them. I thought that Aphrodite would be a sweet, beneficent goddess. I was wrong. Well, sort of. I suppose that it is possible to piss off even the kindest, most loving people � or goddesses – if you work hard at it – or if you just accidentally stumble upon the one thing that cracks them open. Ironically, I wasn�t trying to make her mad; I was trying to impress her. I had no idea that her temple would be damaged in any way; I certainly wouldn�t have guessed that it would be completely destroyed!

Melting Point

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Mistress Shannon is obviously upset with me. And I suppose that she has good reason to be. She had a collection of candles that she used for her sessions with submissive clients. Many of them like having hot wax dripped on their bodies and on their sex organs in particular. And even if they don’t, they will almost certainly get to sample the hot sensation anyway. A couple of hours ago while cleaning the dungeon I broke a shelf that held many bottled candles, and that shelf went crashing down into another shelf of candles, and that in turn exploded into a third and then a fourth. I suppose that I broke about a hundred bottles of candles.