CAVEAT We all have choices in this world and it is not for any of us to judge another's. This brief yarn is a study in love and where that can take us. Be warned however, gentle reader, that this is not your typical love story and its characters not your typical lovers. Some might legitimately feel that it should have been classed as BDSM. Perhaps so - the...
CHAPTER SIX: THREE-RING CIRCUS By early afternoon, Cori had completed the household chores Norm needed done. She had vacuumed, dusted, washed dishes, done two loads of laundry and cleaned the bathrooms. She refused to let Norm help, despite his offers to lend a hand. Of course, where he wanted to lend a hand most was on her body, because she was doing all t...
Tarekh was always very nervous when he reported to Miss Archana for his college tuition. A caning was inevitable. After all, that's why he went. But he had no reason to be any more nervous as he pressed the doorbell this time, apart from that the strange craving inside him seemed stronger than usual. Little was he to know that Miss Archana was also in an unu...
Author's Note -- This is part 15 of a series of stories. The whole series (so far) is: In camera The sins of the father Summer of love A lady's companion Summa cum laude Things to be thankful for That special someone Homecoming queen Touch but don't look Promises, rules and their breaking Fifty ways to please your lover Lo...
I was eighteen years old, full of beans and on a tour with my Cricket Club. After our matches, we stayed at various hotels and most of our players, who consisted of randy forty somethings having been set free from their wives, looked for sex anywhere possible. They'd do anything in a skirt, and with boobs, as long as they got to cum. Two of the other younger...
Tuesday at 1 PM was when everyone arrived at the girls' high school for their graduation; before the actual ceremony began, the all-female performance of Hamlet was seen, and Camilla, in her scene as Ophelia, predictably wore no panties under her knee-length dress. Being more used to Camilla's outrageousness by now, Akemi--in their scene as Hamlet--only blus...
"Look in the classified section," cried Lucy as she fumbled to loosen the cord of her robe. "It must be in there!" Two weeks ago, my wife Lucy and myself had decided that we had talked about her fantasy enough and it was time to do something about it. We had carefully designed an advertisement, and after a lot of consideration, had finally e-mailed it to th...
I have never been a great sleeper. I sleep lightly, waking up often unless I've been screwed into exhaustion. I was wide-awake at six a.m. As I came out of the bathroom, Carrie was still sleeping soundly. She looked so young and innocent. I had a passing thought. I could see myself being exposed on the evening news as the neighborhood dirty old man, lusting...
I love to please my wife. Her happiness is my happiness. Whatever she wants I try to give her because I'm always the one who reaps the rewards. To see her writhing in her own orgasm is the greatest pleasure I know. So when she wants to play, we play. She is the center of my world during the day and at night, she is my goddess fuck doll. And so it goes. Not...
It's lunchtime, and you've just sat down at your desk to eat. You do this everyday, but today is different. Today is Thursday, the day that Mr. Smith is scheduled to drop in to visit with your boss. He's come in only one time before, and although the two of you hardly spoke you still felt something. A feeling that you've had before. A small, very faint voi...