Chapter 5: Arrival in Oslo It took a little while to get the house straightened out after our move to Oslo but I just loved it. It was a typical Norwegian house on three floors at the end of a cul-de-sac high up on Holmenkollen with fabulous views over the fjord. The ground floor contained a den, a couple of bedrooms, bathroom and utility room. There was a...
Chapter 2: The Morning After I would like to thank a friend of mine who proofread this and my first story. It wouldn't be quite as good grammatically, if not for her. ---------------------------------------------------- She had a lot of dreams, that night. Mostly chaotic, and none she could remember. So many, that the events that led to her slavery may ha...
Shari wanted to take me on a tour of Ariel's big house. Ariel was talking to my girl friend, Mary, about a business project. Shari is Mary's best friend. And luscious looking. There were about 35-40 well to do black guests in Ariel's big beautiful house. I am white, 50, blue eyes and slim. There were a couple of other whites there, too. It was an older cr...
Kelly, From what you and Miranda told Greg and I later, you actually did go into the bathroom intent on getting cleaned up for us, so that you could both be fresh for our next group go. And you did get clean, for a litte while, before getting dirty again. Really dirty. The bathroom is a large room that has a long counter with double sinks down one side wit...
After dropping Yolanda off at work, I decided to drop in on Jane. As I neared their house, I remembered that Jane was probably at work. I drove on anyway and, when I arrived, stopped. Renee' answered the door dressed in a negligee. She invited me in for a cup of coffee. As we were drinking our coffee, her gaze kept lingering on my crotch. So much so, that...
I didn't want to turn to a life of crime; it was necessary to draw out my target. Gateway City had a new and cagey criminal. ME! I called myself simply, Chuck. I wanted to use the name of an old pulp and radio magician, but I respected the character too much. Even so, I appropriated the look. I dressed like a Vaudeville trickster, tuxedo, cape, top hat, and...
Story Code: M/f, Oral, Anal, Incest, Prostitution, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism ***** I was a working wife, not long married. I only worked twelve hours a week packaging cigarette orders at British American Tobacco's factory for local shops and staff purchases. I went into work in the early evenings, after the production staff had finished making cigarettes fo...
[Dear Reader, I know it has been a long time since I promised this story, but at long last here it is. This story is as true as it can be given that I wrote it many years after the actual events. They say stories get better with the telling and this one has been told through many drafts. I wrote it in the third person because it just didn't read well without...
This is a somewhat involved fantasy, one invented and reinvented by me and my wife, toward the extreme of cuckolding - my wife and I have shared, as well as privately role-played many parts of it. Some of it we've used in fantasy realizations with encounter partners. Be forewarned, this is long, complicated, and in three parts. Once again, if cuckolding is n...
She fumbled awake with the sound of the alarm. Pushing back the thin rough sheet she had been given, she sponged herself clean and tended to the care of her skin. She forced herself to focus enough to tend to her manicure and pedicure. Melody was not a morning person. If she had a normal, vanilla, boring life, she would have reached for coffee or a sho...