I awoke slowly and the whole scene from the night before came back to me, I probed my psych to decide how I felt; had I fucked the two guys for me and my old fantasies, or for them. I could still feel the soreness in my ass from where the final act had been performed as I had taken them both at once. I looked across at James and was glad that we had cleared...
Please remember to vote and send feedback. This series has a long story line, so if you want to catch up, check out a few earlier chapters...especially Chapter 9. Many thanks. "Are you happy with our little office family here, Dee?" my boss, Dr. Neil McCarthy, asked me. "Absolutely, Dr. Neil," I said. "Can't imagine doing anything else. In fact, I'd like t...
This story is, like others of mine in this genre, a fantasy. I have had much fan-mail, mostly favourable, but there have been those who misunderstand the true nature of BDSM – even one who thought I ought to have learned something from Nazi death camps! I think of myself as a feminist, and anti-violence, and believe that the receiver of punishment may...
A complete figment of my imagination, any similarities between the characters in this story and any persons either living or dead are purely unintentional. The copyright for the following story is owned by the author and it may not be republished without his express permission. Safe Sex:- When writing works of fiction, safe-sex tends to get in the way of t...
The schoolgirl is wearing a gymslip of such a dark shade of blue it appears almost black. She is bending forward and stretching across a small table that boasts a cover of purple chenille, resting the flattened palms of her hands on the hard surface and pressing one side of her flushed face between them. The back of her skirt as been folded up to her waist a...
1875 Annabelle breathed deeply as her eyes opened. With a level of vigor she never thought she would ever feel again, she sat up in bed. Impulsively, she began to laugh. She felt... strong. Revived. Alive. The fever that had ailed her for days, that had already claimed the rest of her family, was gone. She was herself again. No, that wasn't quite right. Sh...
Part One You know, I blame the dream. I mean I'm not some bi-curious harlot. And the prickle of my cheeks in David Gandy's underwear section of Marks and Spencer's proves I am certainly no lesbian. So, yes, I blame the dream. Where did it come from? Why should I, after years of red-blooded cock loving, dream of splaying on an altar (!) with my knickers off...
Hello, my pervy readers. I'm back with the 4-part continuation of Police Training. There will be spankies, laughter, criminal activities, and some heart-wrenching scenes. As usual, this is a finished story, and I'll be submitting one chapter every Sunday. Enjoy. Special thanks to MJ Wacko for being the bestest editor ever. Three years have come and...
If stupid could be a middle name, then mine would be double barrelled stupid! I had out done myself at last, and now I was getting it in the neck big time, well, not my neck, my pussy. I just couldn't wait could I? To let things roll out on their own, I had to try and push it, interfere in my husbands business. Well I was right up to my pretty neck in deep...
Sunlight pierced into Julie's room with a kind of warmth that was both comforting, and a little annoying. Her mother, Emma, had been bothering her incessantly for weeks about enjoying the midsummer's hot, dry weather by going on bike rides, walking, or doing something outdoors. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy going outside, only that there wasn't anyone wh...