"Come on Debbie," her younger sister Julie pleaded, "I need to get out again and this Thursday night would be the perfect opportunity, but I've no-one to go with." Debbie smiled. "Oh...I see...I'm the last option am I?" "No, no not at all, I didn't mean it like that and you know it; oh I see, you're taking the mickey," Julie said, hearing Debbie laughing o...
Author's note: This is the third and last installment of how I pimped out my bootboy to one of my friends. It was written with his assistance as a ghost writer and is from HIS perspective, although I made lots of detailed enhancements. It was a bit odd putting myself in his shoes, as I am always writing from my own female perspective. But I think it turned...
Ch. 8 Isabelle: the French Lesson All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 7... It was a few days after Isabelle had introduced me to oral sex for the first time, round at Heather's house, that I was startled to hear my mother telling me th...
Tom and the Dazzling Fiona Ch. 02 He wanted to get married but she was doubtful. This story is entirely fictional. * Tom Cassavettes's mother was what some would disparagingly call 'a typical upper class British woman'. As well as coming from a titled family she had been brought up in a staunch Church of England household where Sunday attendance at churc...
Katia meandered back through her generously sized town. It wasn't small but half the population was spread out over hundreds of acres running large farms and ranches. Her family, for instance, lived just on the outskirts of town and by that it was really five subpars (about ten miles). She had always imagined what life would be like outside of Kistoog, run...
Cindy, a precocious eighteen year old in her twelfth grade at high school, smiled sweetly at her mother and assured her that she would not stay out late. Clare, her best friend, also had school in the morning, so they would not leave it too late leaving the city centre. They would watch the movie, grab a McDonald's and catch the bus home before the riff-raff...
Dear Shoeblossom, Some years back you got a "letter from Combermere" from Tulke and Barcelona Spinelli...it was about their femdom marriage, as so many of your letters are, and their marriage ended in 2005. Tulke moved from Combermere, across the state to Walsingham. This is an update on how Tulke is doing. He was my best friend growing up, and now he is m...
Like I said, now it was time to get a little more wicked and cruel with my BootBoy...I had been toying with him in several different outfits, each one getting progressively sexier and evoking different feelings of seduction, arousal, and submission. There was an innocent white outfit we had started with, and I then proceeded to a playful pink one and a hotte...
Those of you who are familiar with my stories know that I have a desire to express the concept of prick teasing as a consensual sexual role play. I have always been fascinated with it, particularly in the context of it as a subset of female domination. As you are probably aware by now, my techniques are not the typical sadism or degradation / humiliation tha...
Forward: This is the second story in the Lockwinnock trilogy. It is the sequel to New Year's Eve in Lockwinnock. To fully appreciate the context of this story, it is suggested that New Year's Eve in Lockwinnock be read first. As always, the author appreciates your comments and suggestions. Enjoy. * Beth stirred in the bed. There was noise in the kitchen an...