The job of scribe to my Mistress and Master is not an easy one at times. They have tasked me to put to words their recollections as dictated under fear of dire consequence. My Mistress's name is Jenny and she has an incredible lust for exhibitionism, her husband, my Master, Phil, is a devoted voyeur. Together they make up a team who enjoy carrying out erotic...
Disclaimer: I do not own Nashville and have no association with anyone involved in the show. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Juliette should have fucked her assistant years ago. Actually she had, back during the dark days when she was going through assistance like nobody's business, either making them quit or firing them, Juli...
If you've read the previous eight parts you'll know the score, so you can skip the rest of the intro and go straight to the action. If you haven't read them I'd strongly suggest you do. You see the accounts flow naturally and are intrinsically linked, so they really do need to be read in the sequence I wrote them. Whatever way you do read them, though, enjo...
Mr. "Non-Descript" gripped the steering wheel with white knuckle intensity as we drove below the speed limit to Brewer's Gym. "Don't want to waste gas." Mr. "Tight Wad" preached. The adage "time is money" popped into my head but I kept silent. His "save money" principals were carved in stone like the Ten Commandments, irrefutable and biblical in their pr...
Friday afternoon, 5:00 P.M. The weekend had as usual taken too long to arrive. Working at my job as a middle level Operations Manager at the only bank in our small town meant that I had had more than my fair share of constant crisis throughout the whole week. Having a lazy boss did not make it any easier. Mr. Wilson had campaigned for my employment only so h...
It has been a short week since our new "arrangement". To tell you the truth, I don't trust my feelings any more. By now, I have watched "it" happen several times; each session igniting spontaneously (i.e. while sorting groceries), lasting an arbitrary duration - ending in outcome none of us could predict! I have decided to set aside my feelings and do what i...
It was February 14th and Andrew Clark was missing his wife, Cassandra. The 6'4" former Navy Seal was on another security detail that had taken him away from home again and tonight was not only Valentine's Day, it was their 15th wedding anniversary. He knew that the dozen roses he had sent was not going to make up for his absence and while the phone sex that...
Author's Note: I felt compelled to share a real life fantasy from a few nights ago. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed thinking it through and writing it down. The characters are fictional and all are over the age of 18. ------------------------------------------------------- I was headed to the local mall with my wife, using a couple of pre...
I climbed out of the pool and adjusted my swimming costume to make sure it was covering everything that it should be. I said see you later to John, Sarah's Dad, who was at the pool as well and headed into the changing rooms. I opened my locker and took my stuff out and headed to have a shower. The changing rooms were communal, as were the showers, but there...
He thought to himself, "It's a warm, clear day. This should be the perfect day for this." After making the arrangements, he said aloud, "Come to me, pet." Kiki padded quietly into the room, stark naked, as he required. When she reached the appropriate spot in front of the chair where he sat, she knelt gracefully, and lowered her torso. Her forehead touched...