Jameson and Clarrie Crawford pulled up to the gate with their rented moving truck. The guard came out of the gate house over to their truck. Clarrie rolled down the driver’s side window. “Can I help you ma’am?” the old man smiled. Jameson and Clarrie looked at the sixty something lean black man in the 1950’s police style uniform. “Yes,” Clarrie smiled, “The...
How did I end up, on all fours, holding a plate of her food as her heel was in my ass? How did I end up a piece of property? As she was finishing eating, she dug her heel into my ass more causing a whimper to escape my lips. How did I end up here? A few days earlier. I was standing a stage, my hands cuffed together as people stared at me. My mind couldn't...
For the last few weeks I've been having wild fantasies about a woman that I met about six months ago in New Zealand, whilst on one of my many visits to see my fiance there. Most of the time my fantasies have turned into full blown masturbation and resulted in some of the best orgasms I have had in a very long time. I finally told my fiance about my fantasie...
It was a rainy day. I woke up and strolled lazily to the window. Yawning, I stared out at the leaves as the water washed the dust off and the pitter patter of the rain drops took me back to the monsoons i spent at my family's house in the country. Oh! The sweet smell of coffee! Mixing with the fragrance of wet mud... I take a deep breath, pushing my chest...
A whisper. So small and subtle, yet so very intimate. Soft lips pressed close to the ear, light puffs of air slipping through the opening with a message meant only for one. A whisper, so intimate, slipped through my window at two-thirty in the morning. I remember my roommate Jeannine not liking my idea of leaving the windows open that night. The air conditi...
A note about this story:- So, 'V' and I are chatting away when she says to me 'why is it that all D/s stories are written from the sub's point of view. Why is it never from the Domme's. Take Summerhouse Blues, I really love that version of the Rhonda character and yet all we hear about is how Tracy feels. What about Rhonda, what did she make of it all?' An...
The great town hall was ablaze with the firelight of lamps, and boisterous with laughter and talk of the townspeople. None were resting or idle, except for the elderly who sat in corners talking about the good old times. Grandmamma was hugging my sleeping baby brother, while my old aunt, whose arthritic hand awkwardly groped over her knitting, was humming a...
[My thanks to estragon for his editing of my tangled prose. Postings will slow down now, I'm afraid. I caught up with what I had written before I started posting. And life has gotten busy. So, please be patient with me, dear readers. One more is almost ready, then, I don't know how long it'll be. This is a little mellower than the previous chapters. I hop...
It had taken her a while to forgive me. And although she did eventually forgive me, I knew she'd never forget that I suggested us having a threesome. With women 'forgive and forget' always morphed into 'forgive but remember everything' so that the next time you argued they could beat you over the head with it. Arguing with a woman is a losing situation. Th...
Camille and Jess had been stuck in the carriage for ages. Camille's uncle, Baron Seward, had summoned them to his estate two days away from where they lived, and the journey had been tedious. It was the end of the first day, and Camille could hear the driver discuss possible places to stop with the serving man. Jess sighed and Camille looked over at her. The...