We arrived at the Merchanson house and I was given the Master Bedroom. Jim found her Frederick of Hollywood clothes and told me to use the sluttiest outfit. I had already realized that I had better do as I was told and I found this frilly little lavender dress that flared and the hem was scalloped. I had thought Mrs. Merchanson was my size but this outfit se...
Dedicated to Mrs. Tempinsanity, my muse Sorry I did not get your name the other day when we met, but we were in a big hurry, remember. I was so surprised when I opened the door to the small men's room at the bar, and there you sat on the toilet with a surprised look on your face. I could tell you had been drinking a lot by the strong stream of piss you were...
It was another depressing morning for Roger Jones. He had got the bus, like he did every weekday morning, at 8:25am; a cool breeze running over his closely shaved head as he stepped on. Ten minutes weaving around housing estates, then onto a main road and at the end was his stop - off he got, a two minute walk around the corner, through the gates to his offi...
The first time I saw her, she seemed to be alone. I was up on stage, my old electric guitar making sounds as close to music as I could produce. Nothing really out of the ordinary except that she was younger than most of the rest and very well dressed in an expensive looking blouse and skirt. This was a working class bar, jeans and pullovers were the usual....
Harry Pybus finished his facial shave with the Emma's shaver, having watched the lush Emma stretched back in the bath, eyes closed, gently massaging her breasts, which served to pump a injection of lust through his heart to his brain and then on to his very interested dick. His aim was simple: to give the hot-hot Mrs Honeycombe a vacation she'd never forget...
Lisa rubbed the back of her neck as the bus pulled into the bus station and finally revved down. It took several minutes for all the other passengers at the front of the luxury coach to disembark, but finally Lisa felt comfortable standing up and getting off the bus. For a moment, she couldn't recall what backwater hick-town they were stopping in, but when...
Chapter 11: Inspiration "Junie you have another letter from Monica." Bob dropped the envelope on the table. Dear Junie, I am sorry if I frightened you. I don't know if I could ever really kill myself, but to be honest I was having those thoughts and they were frightening me. For some reason you were the only person I felt like I could say those words to....
There was much excitement as they sat at the end of the runway, awaiting clearance to take off. It was their first holiday as a family, and the first time that Alice and Chloe had ever flown. Greg had been impressed at the way the airline staff had handled Chloe and her wheelchair, laughing and chatting to her as they expertly manipulated the chair onto the...
You know, people talk about banned implements all the time. Implements that they would never allow used on them or even implements that some say they would never use. For whatever reason. Bad experiences in the past or just an overwhelming fear. I once had that mindset, particularly about a leather strap and also a cane. The strap from the memory of it havin...
Julia looked out from her balcony at the sprawling city of Roma. Traffic seemed to pulse and roar in the night as everyone made their way to their entertainments before the holiday season truly started tomorrow. Feeling the cold she closed the door and smiled at the preparations she had made for tonight. Glancing nervously she smiled as she saw the voluptu...