Thanks for the encouraging feedback I received for chapter 1. One asked if the treatment for hysteria was genuine, yes it was. It really happened, quite routinely, and quite clinically. Hence the air of clinical detachment from the nurse in chapter 1. The journey home was all but silent. Florence had a dreamy, slightly detached look of contentment on her...
TUESDAY It's funny the little details you notice when you are bound and naked. My bedroom's ceiling fan spun lazily, pushing cool air around the room, the breeze reminding me that my bottom was exposed and up in the air. My Thai maid, Bee, stood by the bed, wagging her pretty brown bottom next to my head. Face down, my head was turned awkwardly to look at B...
One week before the wedding It's almost here, the wedding I mean to say its almost here. Just last night I had fun and I realized that maybe I don't love Rachel. That maybe I love Natasha, maybe I always had I just never realized it before. Could that be it could I actually be in love with Natasha. No it's all nonsense I couldn't possibly be in love with Na...
"I have to go," Alexis whispered in my ear as her vagina slowly ceased its spasms on my fingers and her tongue ran lightly up my neck. My other hand was cupping one of her large breasts and I was slowly running my thumb over her nipple. "I have an on-line class in less than an hour," she explained before she kissed me and ran her tongue to my ear. Alexis sl...
NOTES: Special thanks to all of you who emailed to inform me of a HUGE mistake on the airplane. "Pour Some Sugar On Me" is by Def Leppard, not Led Zepplin. I hope it won't be another 6 months before the next chapter. Thank you ALL for being patient. If you want to be apprised of future chapters, send me some feedback and make that notation. You can also find...
What was it, I wondered, that an MP's wife did? Of course no one, me included, had expected Archie to win the seat. My father-in-law was a powerful voice in the House of Lords, and Mr Baldwin needed his support, so arranging for Archie to stand in some God-forsaken northern industrial constituency was a sort of quid pro quo. In the 1923 General Election Lab...
Anna stroked her long slim fingers over the heavy ivory slip, tracing the outlines of the lace and the thin lines of the shoestring straps as she folded her lover's silk. She pressed it to her face, inhaling the smell of the warm iron; the perfume redolent of that musky female scent Anna loved so well, always there, even through the soapy efficiency of the w...
Chapter 2 - Saturday We slept together again that night but things were definitely different. More sexual than romantic, and if anything it was the romantic part which I missed. But the way Beatrice treated me, just as lovingly but she was decidedly in charge. Placing me where she wanted me, instructing me not to move till she said, telling me how to pleas...
Prologue This is the fourth story in a series involving the characters Ashley and Penny with Marina joining them in the third story and now in the fourth in which a new character, eighteen-year old Ginger, is introduced. The setting for all the stories is Sydney, Australia. The stories are: An Itch Needing Scratching, Caught in the Limelight, Never Too Old,...
Wednesday morning Kristin and Jenny had a big bacon-and-egg breakfast made by Kristin's mom, then went for a tour of the town. Kristin showed Jenny all the sights from her childhood — the schools she'd attended, the studio where she took dance lessons, the hill where all the kids used to sled. There was no snow on it now; the day was cold but sunny, perfect...