This is the ninth part of the Mrs. Wentworth saga. It comes after "Mrs. Wentworth and Stephen." It moves slowly and I like it that way. I always appreciate comments and suggestions and thoughts and I reply to every feedback that has a reply email in it. Enjoy. ***** The last week had been a whirlwind of emotions for me. I started annoyed at my Mom. She har...
**** Thanks to all my readers for their feedback and interest. This is a story that's been kicking around my hard drive since before the "Orgasm Torture" series was conceived. Though the main character are real, this never really happened. I have no plans for future episodes of this story, though anything is possible. Please, feel free to rate it and send fe...
A Simple Plan (1) Wednesday, 29 May The next morning, the sky was perfectly blue. It was as if it had been washed clean by the rain and then blow-dried by the wind of the previous night's storm. Small, ragged white clouds raced across the sky driven by a steady, mild southerly breeze. In contrast with the rest of the school, the canteen was a bright, mode...
Author's Notes: - Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the earlier parts before reading this. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. V ***** That night Tony took me to his local pub. I guess that he wanted to show his new acquisition to his mates. I got introduced as 'his new fuck-toy'; which...
Dear Readers, Every time I get a new reader, I am inspired anew. I just realized all the time that has gone by since the last story. A lot of physical changes with my health, and somewhere along the way I lost the ability to type, making it very difficult to share any work with you all. I'm so happy to have regained the ability to type it is the way that I...
Author's note: This story is a re-imagining of a story I previously posted on this site under a different alias. All comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated. "Danielle, in my office please," I say, calling out to her across the house. Although she's busy with the kids, she excuses herself to join me, picking up on the note of seriousness in my voic...
On the Friday, I took Helen to lunch as Tim had asked. I got Davinia to arrange it, just so that she would know it was not me trying to two time her. It was interesting discussion, and I went to see Tim afterwards. He watched me stroll into his office and sit down, I looked a t him across his desk. "How was lunch?" he asked. "Interesting." "Interesting h...
Disclaimer: I do not own The 100. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ****** “Let her win.” Lexa softly but firmly ordered. Clarke linked a few times, unable to believe what she just heard, and then she frowned, “What?” “Clarke, you know I hate to repeat myself.” Lexa reminded her, before sighing and indulging her wife, “You should le...
This is a fantasy. Scenes in reality should be built on consent, safety, and communication. No character in this story is less than 21 years of age. * I was jittery all the next day. I hadn't slept well, at first, either. As I lay in bed thinking about Daddy, the things he said, what we had done, alone in the locker room, I squirmed, tossing and turning....
Jeri watched as Simon came in with Kit. Jeri met Colette's eyes. And Colette rolled them. Jeri, Colette and Audrey, Simon's ex wife all came into the Tawse club when they were newlyweds back in 1993. It was such a neat thing that they all had had in common! The girls' husbands had asked them to be dominant, and at the Tawse Club, you could find others who...