Somehow the kitchen seemed dim. My coffee was stale. I stood and peered out the kitchen window at our driveway as it twisted past the private lake. Behind me, I heard the housekeeper refilling my cup, but my gaze remained on the lake. My mind dejectedly went to yesterday's events. It was a glorious day. Every day was. A whiff of revolution was in the air as...
Chapter One -- Day One The alarm rang and I looked at the clock. 5 A.M. I usually hit the snooze alarm but not today. I sprang out of bed. The day had finally arrived. I have about an hour to get ready before I need to head to the airport. I smile to myself, thinking of what is going to happen over the next few days and feel myself grow wet with anticipatio...
CHAPTER 1 Mid afternoon Ed Bacon closed the stationery shop that was also a licensed Post Office, Lotto Agency and newspaper agency. The Town Clock chimed out three peels and the sound of children being released from school rang out in the distance. The inhabitants of North Crossing, population 2700, and farmers and fruit and vegetable growers from surroun...
2. Anna and the 'essence'. I had a quick cereal-toast and tea breakfast and left early to deliver the sample to mother. It will be three days until I get results. The rest of the day was taken up with joe-jobs and thoughts of the previous evening. Did I have Peter in my spider's web? Apart from the potential high-titre sample, did I want to have him in my l...
Mathew Carpenter was eighteen and it showed, his face looked more like a boy's than a man's and his dark blonde beard was about as thin as a layer of polish on a beggar's shoe. His eyes though, shone like two blue diamonds and he had a way about him that spoke of age and experience in a way that made him seem far older and more worldly than many men twice hi...
Chapter 4a As promised, I texted my mother as soon as we got back to Penny's house. Neither my mother nor Penny's parents were thrilled about us going to the out-of-town concert; but we were both eighteen and soon off to college, and I guess we'd fooled them into thinking we were trustworthy ;). We lived on opposite ends of town, so Penny did the driving a...
This story tells the events of "How Much Do You Think I would Bring?" From the wife's perspective. ***** I really CAN'T say that it was George's fault but his pornography watching habits gave me the initial idea. I walked in on him watching a porno of a wife auction. Usually I' don't care what my husband spanks his monkey to, just so long as he is ready to...
All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a single word of it occurred, nor would it. The Perks of Being a Podcaster by MrMaxLord (MF, Oral, Anal, Titfuck, Cons) Chapter 13: Elizabeth Gillies ***** "Well would you look at that," Liz said, a pleased smile on her face. "Stunned into silence. I'm flattered." She was holding a small piece of...
If you don't like the cuckold, fem dom thing stop reading now rather than just send anonymous abuse. To those that asked (once again anonymously) why I hate men, the title is the clue as to how stupid you looked. Thank you to all the positive and constructive negative feedback for the first part, If you can't be constructive, then just don't bother. * A fe...
[Note to readers: this is unlike my other stories at this site. It is a love story, but it includes evil and cruelty -- Romeo and Juliet meet Stephen King. I will submit all five chapters within a single week] Chapter One of Five: "The Show" "Exhale and suck in that gut so I can tighten this properly." Even his voice is beautiful. "I'm trying, darling. Pl...