Chapter Three -- Game Night Jefferson College was established in 1820 as Jefferson Women's College and remained that way until 1965 when the school became known as the Jefferson College it is today and began opening its doors to boys. Still Jefferson College, which is actually a university, retains its reputation as the school you send your daughter to, if...
Authors Note: This is not strictly a loving wives story (Unless we include widows), but in tone it is much closer to one than anything else. Contains: Elements of Non-consent/Reluctance, Voyeurism, MFM, MF and FF and Lesbian Domination. If you don't enjoy these sorts of stories, here is your chance to leave. The rest of you perverts enjoy... ***** John...
I hated being treated like a kid. I was 18 at the time and my mom was going on a week long vacation without me. I was to be left in the care of my "Aunt Etta" ... actually one of my mom's friends from work. She had been around so long that I and my sister had started calling her auntie. It was spring break and I was out of school for a week. I had tried to c...
Garth was determined to keep pace with the others, knowing that if he fell back they might just leave him behind. His pony, although blessed with prodigious stamina, had shorter legs than the others' horses and was beginning to struggle to maintain its canter. He kept his eyes on the three figures ahead of him: Levan, a huge shape on his huge horse; Lena, h...
This is a follow on from 'The Window Cleaner's Photograph' and although it is a self contained story in its own right, you'll probably get more from it if you've read that one first. ***************************** Glen's fortnightly window cleaning round had finally brought him back to the rather exclusive and opulent road where Mrs Clifton lived, and he h...
Anna, pushed me in the back with her hand, an oddly clumsy push. her hand twisted over, because it was bent back where she'd managed to crook her arm round me, I suppose it was more of a flap than a push. I grunted, she moved her arm off and clenched her fist, driving it into my side. "Alarm, dummy!" She managed, then with a twist she lay on her side, facin...
I boarded the plane still a little flustered. I had just made it, no thanks to the end of term party at Redwood College of Art, my flatmates, the late taxi, and the usual chaos on the M25 motorway. Inside the airport there had been the usual female security guard who I was sure this time was a lesbian. Moving the metal loop across my body to the hem of my...
He worked at a postal service store, a little shop in a little shopping center, a strip mall, really, where people could rent PO boxes, buy packing supplies and boxes, mail things and pick things up. He kept pretty busy--the shop was more convenient than the post office for a lot of people, and the box rental was cheap. Lots of folks used it for their small...
Alicea stood behind her husband, hand on his back, as he spoke to the clerk behind the desk. The folks scattered around offered their congratulations as they passed by the newly married couple. Alicea had insisted on remaining in their wedding clothes the entire night. That is, the entire night up until now. Once they reached their room, she didn't expect to...
Chapter 1: Penny moved through the crowds of the night-cloaked open market, eyes ever shifting as she scanned her surroundings, paying far more attention to the shadows than to the actual faces of those that crowded around her. Ignoring the stares that followed after her as her booted feet moved her through the narrow byways, her nose twitched at the mingle...