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...
"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...
Camilla got home from Bates Massage around 11:30 PM and saw Candice, in an elegant black brassiere and matching panties, waiting for her on the living room sofa. "Really," Camilla said as she began stripping naked by the front door. "You should be a stripper, Candice. You have the body for it." "Really?" Candice asked, looking at herself front and back, wi...
Linda Jamison smiled as she wandered through the cocktail lounge where she worked. What she had originally taken as a job to save her sometimes indulgent lifestyle had turned into her salvation. She had made several new friends, banked a lot of money and indulged in a lot of heated sex. The old Linda would only have cheated on her husband under the most dra...
Camilla Cox enjoys her free time. Owning a small but successful bar in midtown keeps her busy nearly constantly so she makes it a point to take her fun where and when she can. Luckily for her, the bar is often frequented by the kind of sexy, successful men that she likes to have her fun with. Getting them to participate in her filthy fantasies is easy for...
Candice was ecstatic with relief to see Camilla walk back into their apartment around 2 AM on Sunday morning; she also gave Mr. Fulson profuse thanks for getting Camila home safely, even asking how she could repay him. He only wanted the assurance that they wouldn't tell anyone of his sexual adventures with Camilla on Saturday; he got that assurance, and lef...
I would like to give a huge thank you to avarramarie for her kindness and helping me edit this story. @avarramarie, you are a true gem, thanks again. _______________ I groaned, flipping through the pages filled with notes, realizing that I didn't have enough information to complete my 5 page essay that was due in 3 days. I stuffed my face in a pillow an...