There is a bandstand on Bridgeton Cross in Glasgow - domed, Victorian cast -iron with coloured enamel panels resembling an umbrella. The Salvation army choir would sing there on Sundays and occasional pipe bands during national events. This was a main tramcar hub till about the mid sixties - the junction of 3 main roads becoming a main artery into the city.K...
Note: This story is completely fictional and is not meant to be an advertisement in any way. Thanks! * My cute roommate and I started an interesting online business together that we affectionately call Butthole Modeling. What makes it special though isn't just that you get to look at us, it's that you get real insight into our lives. Here's how it works: w...
With apologies to Jane Austen! * Chapter XVIII Family Secrets Darcy's return to his estate in Derbyshire to acquaint the household of his impending marriage and that of his half-brother Wickham was fraught with serious problems. Hidden from the outside world; the lives of Darcy, Wickham and their sister Georgiana held a dark and dangerous secret. Darcy a...
As I sunk in to my kitchen chair with a second glass of wine to wait I couldn't stop thinking about how I had got to this point. I was not often nervous but I found my hands were shaking so much that I was worried about spilling the wine before I got it to my lips to take a much needed gulp. It started, like so many things in the 21st century, with an email...
Alison was a well educated eighteen year old virgin, always spoilt by her father and ignored most of the time by her mother and used to getting her own way, although inexperienced and naïve in sexual matters she had an increasing curiosity about sex. Despite her naivety and much to her delight she learned much more that year than how to ride horses well and...
My life has been in a bit of a rut lately, if lately can be construed to mean three years. I travel, work, eat, sleep. Those are the four basic components of my life. I know that there should be more than that, but I made my bed, so to speak, and must sleep in it. My name is Deirdre Martin and I'm a management consultant. I am brought into corporations to d...
The beating of drums could already be heard in the night outside, and the low murmur of voices slowly turned into rhythmic chanting. Preparations were soon ready, and the attenders were taking care of the final dressings. He was waiting, as was custom, in a ceremonial hut decorated with small lights and a wealth of scented flowers. Though he was accompanied...
As a couple with intense chemistry and a desire to explore each other and the world around us, we decided to make a list containing 101 fantasies, adventures, things to push each others boundaries, and much more. The challenge- to complete the list in 1001 days. The items range in difficulty, talk dirty, be bossy, make a safe word for sex, masturbate 30 time...
Another Thursday night has spent itself. I'm minding my own business, having just finished stripping and posing in front of the bathroom mirror in order to more productively floss and brush my teeth. I'm bent over to rinse off the day's makeup when a rustling then a scuffling from the doorway behind me mingles with the sounds of trickling and splashing. The...
I seem to reflect much lately, on the details, the why's and how's of my intrigues with certain areas of sexuality, and today my inward discussion is on slavery. I have a fascination with it that as of yet, is neither tamed nor untamed, hanging there in mid air waiting to be explored further. I ask myself - Is it the pain that excites you? Yes, I adore the...