Chapter 1 - Establishing the Terms Phillip is a divorced, handsome, professor of economics at a university in the Northeast. In his late 40s, with salt-and-pepper hair and matching goatee, he has a distinguished look befitting a man of his age and profession. At 6 feet, with broad shoulders and strong arms, he has a large physical presence, a touch of rugge...
Chapter 1 - Establishing the Terms Phillip is a divorced, handsome, professor of economics at a university in the Northeast. In his late 40s, with salt-and-pepper hair and matching goatee, he has a distinguished look befitting a man of his age and profession. At 6 feet, with broad shoulders and strong arms, he has a large physical presence, a touch of rugge...
CHAPTER 9 - AN EVENING OUT, AND A NEW CHALLENGE FOR THIS PETITE SLAVE They have just finished dining at an elegant restaurant, and are now entering a high-end gentlemen's club to continue the evening and enjoy an after-dinner drink. The two make a handsome pair, he in his stylish slacks, shirt, and dinner jacket. . . she in a long dress, with a plunging ne...
Candice, Camilla's roommate, had always had secret lesbian cravings for Camilla, though Camilla had secretly always known that. Indeed, it seemed as though Camilla could actually feel the psychic vibes of Candice's passion. For this reason, she knew Candice would have no objections to her nudity as she went in their apartment that morning. "Well, you got yo...
This story was also published elsewhere by me. *** Birmingham, March, 1893. Master Edward Doyle watched the hansom cab horses clip-clop past his house from the upstairs window, in the cobblestoned street below, people walked to and fro this cloudy afternoon. Oblivious to what he had in mind inside of his house! Edward turned away, shoes creaking a littl...
The living room is warm and cozy. I'm blindfolded. My wrists are bound and chained to ceiling. My feet are firmly on the floor. The fireplace crackles, and I smell what must be a gingerbread candle. Holly doesn't cook. I hear two pairs of shoes. One stops, the other walks toward me. Prokofiev plays faintly on the radio. Holly runs her finger over my clavic...
Camilla had had a crush on Mr. Grisham, her grade 12 English teacher, ever since she saw him walk into the classroom on the first day of the second semester. That he was about forty, and she'd just turned eighteen, didn't bother her at all: she'd always had a thing for older, distinguished, intelligent men. He was tall, blond-haired and blue-eyed; she found...
The U.S. Submarine pulled into the Venezuelan port city of Puerto Cabello about 75 KM west of Caracas. The boat had joined up with several other US Navy ships in San Juan Puerto Rico to take part in a joint operation between the U.S. Navy and several South American Navies. The cruise was called Unitas XI, the 11th year of the joint exercises. Mike was an En...
"Hey, wait a minute," Williams said as the five men put their penises back in their pants and zipped themselves up. "We had her consent; you punks don't." "We don't fuckin' care!" said the boys' leader. "Give us the bitch, or you're all dead." The four boys walked towards the teachers with clenched fists. Camilla wiped the come from her eyes. The naked gir...
"Lady, shall I lie in your lap?" Akemi asked Camilla as she lay down at Camilla's feet. "No, my lord," Camila answered, affecting maidenly modestly. "I mean, my head upon your lap?" Akemi asked. "Ay, my lord," Camilla answered. "Do you think I meant CUNT-ry matters?" Akemi asked. "I think nothing, my lord," Camilla answered, again, affecting bashfulness...