When Mr Hastings first phoned me, I had no reason to think he was anything other than an ordinary client. I mean, so what if he asked me to turn up dressed as a chambermaid? That was one of the options mentioned on my business card. Transvestite maids have always been popular... My maid's outfit was the flimsiest kind; really just a cheap black mini-dress w...
I remember the spring of '87 as vividly as if it were yesterday. It sounds unreal, but this was the school that featured coed saunas and I recalled seeing a coed nude swim featured on the school weekly calendar. A sophomore at UMass-Amherst with an interest in dance inspired by my high school girlfriend Heather, in January I was looking over courses availabl...
I remember my first Valentine's Day party as an adult. I was single but I knew I was attractive because my best friend's boyfriend, Mark, had made no secret of the fact that he fancied me. Once, when she was in the shower getting ready for us to go out and he and I were innocently chatting in her bedroom just down the corridor he had asked me straight out to...
"Debby Knut with the big old butt." The sound of that chant rings in my ears to this day. In kindergarten I realized that my butt was bigger than most other girls my age. Rather than I noticed, it was actually pointed out to me routinely by other children. "Debby Knut with the big old butt" was sung as I jumped rope while other girls just herd rhymes such as...
Note: All characters in this story are over 18 years of age Chapter 1 – High School I guess I should start by describing myself. My name's Jen. I'm 38 now, and I've been married 14 years. My husband Michael's 40. I'm blonde, and people tell me I'm pretty. I'm 5'2" and petite. I have smallish breasts -- 32A or B, depending on the bra type. My legs are my be...
Chapter 9 - Every day has its dog One of the many and varied pleasures of living with Emma is making her breakfast in bed on a Sunday morning and settling back into bed with her to enjoy it together and survey the Sunday papers. On one such morning I came across an article on the burgeoning sex slave scene amongst young professionals in London. Having read...
St Paul boasted one all-female college: Myra Shrewsbury Teachers' College, its 1890s and Art Deco buildings clad in ivy and set in verdurous grounds. All its staff were women. Busts and portraits of its presidents- bespectacled and ferocious- glowered like female deities of vengeance, arranged in its vestibule, as if to frighten off any creature who dared to...
My mum split from my dad when I was sixteen and after a succession of boyfriends she recently started dating a guy called Vern. Big Vern as I called him worked in the British Army, stationed in the North of England. They met through the internet. The first time they saw each other mum and I travelled up by train and stayed at his house in the barrack grounds...
Mssr. Aubert was universally disliked by his students, but in an amicable kind of way. Having come from a traditional background, and knowing only the European way to be, the American girls found him uncaring and harsh; but he was growing older, beginning to grey, even, and so the girls sympathized with and respected him. His figure was slender and angular a...
Part 2 Interlude -- About 7 years ago at Penn State "You're going out with the math geek again?" Allie asked watching Jen brush her hair. "His name's Mike," Jen said. "Okay, you're really going out with Mike the geek again?" Allie teased. Jen rolled her eyes. Then she said "I kinda like him." Seeing Allie's frown, she added a little defensively, "We're...