Chapter 01 First Meeting Down a small side street where the glow of the street lamps did not reach, behind a tulip-yellow door, Mrs. Featherwink's doorman, brothel keeper, and sometime procurer, Halden, waited for the bell and admitted gentlemen late from the theaters, music halls, private clubs, drawing room entertainments, and dinners with wives to Mrs....
Daddy had been gone for a few days. He was away on a business trip. We communicated frequently, and he reminded me a few times that he had a surprise for me this coming Friday. So I waited anxiously for the end of the week. On Friday morning, I received a text: "Hello luv. I have been in contact with your Owner. We will pick you up at 6 tonight. But be ready...
Maria and I had bought our dream home after many years of sacrifice. This goal had become all consuming and had taken its toll on our lives. Due to the long work hours and conflicting schedules we had seen little of each other over the past several months. Maria is a legal secretary she works the typical 9 -- 5 and often later. I drive taxi and I try to tak...
The events I am about to describe took place about ten years ago, when I was sharing a house with my sister. She was involved with a group that regularly staged, in our cosmopolitan Western city, a traditional form of Asian theatre that involved elaborate costuming and make-up, and in which female roles were often taken by men. On account of this, her circle...
Chapter 2 - Loving and Giving Stewart, Stewie Donovan awoke with a feeling of warmth and contentment he hadn't felt in a long time. A slight movement set up a chain reaction of aches and twinges throughout his body. Some were due to less pleasurable reasons and he consciously forced them from his mind. Instead he focused on the internal ache that heralded m...
I could feel his hand gently squeezing my ass through the fabric of my jeans and the stretch lace panties Bill likes so much to see my tender tail wrapped in. It was a sensation that I dearly loved. I twisted my hips just enough to let him know I felt him, and that I approved. I loved the way Bill touched me, and I loved the way our relationship had evolved....
(Special thanks go out to Mike D, and to all who have encouraged me to continue to write, I welcome any and all comments) All night long, with each and every fare all I wanted to do was to go home. As Sunday nights go this one was quieter than usual. I called my night early, after a bit of a bitch session with dispatch. I hadn't had a fare since 10:00 and i...
The door creaks open and my ears perk up, rear wiggling back and forth as it opens further and he walks in, stripping his jacket off and kneeling down. I pounce, barking and licking his face eagerly. He laughs, letting it go on for a few minutes before gently pushing me off. "Down, puppy. Yes, yes, I know you're excited to see me; I'm glad to see you too....
I stared at the phone on my desk dreading the call I knew I had to make. Earlier in the day, my secretary slipped me a note while I was on the phone telling me a guy named Mark was on line two. He didn't give a last name but I knew exactly who it was. Only one man would have the nerve to tell her, "Just tell him Mark. He'll take the call..." I hurried my con...
I had known Stan all through high school. We were not friends but acquaintances. Early in our senior year we had eaten lunch at the same table. It was all guys who talked about guy things-sports, girls, politics. I knew that he was conservative as we both discussed how we were going to vote in our first election as we were both now eighteen. Stan got on my n...