The memories that unconscious, 37-year-old Camilla was reliving had returned to those of a more sexually restrained, monogamous period of her marriage with Cameron--the time between her forced sexual encounter with Paul Shaw and when she, Cameron, and Eros moved from Toronto to Montreal. Because of her contemplation of this tamer period of her life, the lust...
"Me? Your slave? Forget it!" Camilla shouted indignantly. "OK," the first man said. "Have it your way. Dirk, grab her legs." He grabbed her arms while Dirk approached her. "Hey, what are you guys doing?" she shouted as Dirk picked her up by the legs. "Let go of me!" "Oh, we will in a minute," Dirk said as they went into the outside balcony. "Ready to take...
On Wednesday afternoon, Camilla, with blonde hair and blue eyes again, was in her class, 'Literature: Forms and Approaches.' Her teacher, Dr. Martin, a handsome, silver-haired Englishman in his late fifties, both attracted and repelled her--he looked and sounded a lot like Richard Dawkins, the advocate of atheism, a man whose lack of religious faith offended...
Camilla left Patterson's home late Sunday morning and returned to her apartment around lunchtime; as soon as she walked in, she got naked. Candice wasn't home: Camilla assumed her roommate was either with Francine, getting laid and getting dope, or with her boyfriend (Camilla didn't yet know they'd broken up). Camilla took a shower. She then went into her b...
It was close. I could feel it in the air. Everyone still went about their business, scurrying in and out of doors, along parapets and across the web of bridges, suspended platforms, and cableways stretching across the chasm, that perfect cone shaped drop that was the Axis. "The Axis?" you say. That's right. I keep forgetting. Neither the Axis, nor Aurora w...
Many thanks to techsan for his editing of this story. * I was in my best mood at a beautiful sunny Friday morning in May with no clouds visible in the blue sky over our village outside a Scandinavian town. The time was exactly 9.12 when I took the phone call, which within a short time would mean such serious problems for so many people in our village. I w...
The rain has slowed to a drizzle; the sky is overcast, a brooding grey. It matches my mood. Awake before the alarm I stretch, then lay there deciding on a course of action. The smells of bacon and coffee are wafting in the air, Anna trying to entice me to the breakfast table. It's a late start because of the weather. But it's also Anna's last day of school....
Camilla replaced the bed-sheet that had been drenched in her come from her previous masturbating and put the can of pencils in front of the hidden camera hole. "Don't worry, my voyeur next-door neighbour, I'll let you see more later," she said. Then she went to bed and slept for an hour. Candice returned at noon with some medicine. She had Camilla take som...
'Oh shush, you're so vanilla.' her friend said. It didn't help that the statement was true, she was rather vanilla. Her portfolio of two boyfriends didn't entitle her to boast sexual worldliness, and her claim to it was lessened somewhat by the fact that they had both been more vanilla than she was. 'I am not! Thank you very much.' she said in what she ho...
Author's Note: After posting Camilla's Cuckold, I got numerous requests for a Part 2, so I decided to tell a little more about the characters involved in the story. This episode doesn't have any sexual action but rather lets us peek in on their lives and motivations. More installments are planned and will cut across different categories. You can expect bonda...