Inspired by the song, "My Father" by Judy Collins. Thanks again to my Sweet Inspiration blackrandl1958 for her encouragement, advice, and of course, her editing. ***** My father always promised us that we would live in France. Oh, my sisters and I knew that it was a pipe dream. He was a coal miner in Ohio, and the closest we ever got to Europe was an ann...
To my Dearest Readers, Thank you kindly for your comments. Makes me feel appreciated. It's the reason I write, and the fuel for my drive. Let me soak it all in while I comfort my laptop, hoping she will work with me instead of against me. I'll light a cigarette and turn on some jams, and try to entertain you all. If you haven't read part one of this series,...
[Is this the ultimate plimsoll fetish sex fantasy?] Chapter 6 – I'm going up to the country Emma's work as a ballet teacher running her own dance school meant that she worked long hours and could rarely take more than a couple of days off at any time, so the times when she could spend a few days with her parents on their farm in Wiltshire were very preciou...
Toby had enjoyed the start to his new job. Finally his chance had come, moving from a small regional business to one of the big boys in the city. As a long time foot fetishist he looked forward to his daily walks between the train station and his office. The city centre offered ladies of all ages, creeds, colours and fashion styles. Casually he took in the...
Joanne's heart missed a beat. The rumours were true. There it was in black and white on the notice board: Michael Hurst, internationally famous dancer, was going to be a guest star with the company for the next season. Everybody was excited, and all the talk between classes and rehearsals centred on Michael Hurst. At the age of 25 he'd suddenly taken the da...
Some might have called Lynn and Craig a mismatched couple. She was a few years older than him, the house was in her families name, and he was still finishing his graduate studies. They also didn't seem to share a lot of common interests. But amoung their circles of friends, they were considered about as happy and close as a couple could be, and had lived tog...
Ballet was the world for Nikolai Nikolayvich. He had studied at the prestigious Russian Imperial Ballet Academy in Moscow and had gone on to dance for several years with the Bolshoi. Although he had never achieved the status of a principal or soloist, he was well regarded as a member of the Corps de Ballet for his grace. Like many a dancer, his on-stage car...
Chapter 1 -- Rite of Passage "I've got to do something about my love life, Pete," I groaned. He rolled his eyes and grimaced as he set down my pint on the table in front of me. He'd heard it all before, far too many times. "How long is it since that skinny tight-arse bird of yours went to Australia?" he asked as he sat down opposite me and took a long sip...
What the catalogue doesn't tell (A companion story to Careful what you ask for) Robert MacAllister studied the catalogue with meticulous interest, every now and then taking a sip from his glass of finest ruby port. It was to be the biggest sale of erotic art for years and he had his eye on several items. He had been an avid collector of erotica for many ye...
The night passed slowly as my fitful sleep was interrupted by cramps in my legs and hips. Each time I attempted to move to relieve the pain, the cinch around my balls would remind me of my mistake. My legs and hips were in desperate need of an opportunity to stretch out for relief, but the folded leg position would not allow it--the pain was almost constant...