I knock on the door twice. Wearing my lucky brown leather jacket, white t shirt, jeans and boots. I light up a cigarette while I wait. I hear some movement on the other side of the door. Two more knocks. The sounds of keys jangling before the door is unlocked revealing, Gillian, early forties, pink pyjama trousers and a matching bathrobe. She looks down w...
Today was finally the day she was going to strut her stuff. It was 18 months to the day that she had the surgery and now she had gone from 335 pounds to 143. She had dropped 20 dress sizes and she looked great if she did say so herself. The transformation in her self-image was the amazing part. She LOOKED in mirrors now and liked what she saw. She loved show...
A tale So there I lie. Hands tied: check. Each one snaked across to the top corners of the bed. Legs tied: check. Metal cuffs on each, stretched out to their respective corner. Metal cuffs, why did I let her get them, not a chance of getting out of this one. But then that's what the fun is all about. I can hear The Wench moving around downstairs, 'getting p...
Mrs. Prasad. She was the stuff boyhood fantasies were made of. I still remember her vividly after all these years have passed. 9 years exactly. She was my high school English teacher. At 5' 6", she had that typical build of an Indian woman – not skinny but not fat either, just the right amount of meat on her bones. She was of wheatish complexion with her bl...
Abby likes to work hard and to play hard. She was dressed as Marilyn Monroe from the film `Seven Year Itch`, in a white flouncy dress and used a false pair of breasts to enhance her small natural ones. She would have gone straight to her Goth Club, but Gibbs had called her in to undertake some additional chemical analysis. The sight of her standing there, i...
None of the names are real in this story or the first one or the future ones. Any character in this story or maybe chapters to come are 18 or over. I would like to thank Signore Calcio for the idea for this story. Thanks to Angel Love for editing assistance with this story. * Before I start I think I should introduce the two main characters of the story. T...
The interior of the limo was warm with soft gray leather upholstery. A mini bar held the ice bucket with the chilled Champaign. The roses were in a gorgeous cut glass vase in a space provided between the seats opposite of her. Her jeans and sweat shirt, bra and panties, thick socks and clunky boots had now been replaced with the clothing Jeff had provided....
Steve was nineteen, still living at home, and working in the construction industry. He was doing odd jobs with a view to learning a trade in the longer term. He happened to get work on a new house under construction within walking distance of his home so, instead of taking sandwiches, he returned to the house every day for lunch. He got back to the house on...
The door opened slowly, I was greeted by the familiar vanilla scent of my apartment. Normally, it was warm when I entered from the cold streets, but today a chill settled in my bones as I kicked off my boots. An odd silence lingered, for I couldn't make out the familiar silence of the refrigerator. My cold fingers fumbled with the light switch, but the flick...
PART TWO - CAMBRIDGE - 4 - "Velazquez was a very smart painter and his paintings are full of complex symbolism that critics still argue about today," Professor Cavendish explained, "In particular, there are quite a few aspects of the Rokeby Venus that scholars struggle to interpret. As you know, the mirror is the symbol of Venus and she is often painted wi...