New readers – and previous readers who might have read the last chapter quite some time ago – know that it is advisable to start at the beginning of the series in order to know about/remember the characters and the sequence of events. The next day, after a surprisingly sound night of sleep, I took a shower, washing my diminutive penis through its open-d...
A warm spring breeze ruffles my short skirt and my long auburn hair. My white stilettos click on the pavement as I walk to work. Hearing them always makes me smile, as does the delicious feeling of my nylon clad thighs rubbing together as I walk. My pale pink skirt is flared and very short showing off my shapely legs. When clubbing or shopping I wear sexy st...
"Victrola can be loving but she is also quite overbearing at times," Roger said wistfully, "And when I complain, she whips me and adds days on my chastity. I can't Galahaden ask her to go to counseling with me!" The members of the Men's Chastity group muttered sympathetically, but Rusk could tell it was all bullshit. Men didn't need to be in therapy tog...
Malcolm tried to open his eyes, they felt like ten pound weights were hanging from each lid. His tongue felt swollen, stuck to the roof of his mouth. He would kill for a drink, let a homeless man piss in his mouth for moisture. The dense pounding in his head was worse than any hangover he ever had. He had no idea how long he had been out, it felt like hours....
CHAPTER 1 Two weeks before her husband and her unmarried brother who lived with them and worked on the ranch were to leave for Europe, Carl's young wife hit the roof. "These women who've replied to your advertisements to be a companion for me while you two go cruising round Europe after buying young pedigree Angus bulls are as useless as tits on a bull," S...
Haven't been writing much lately, so this will hopefully kick my butt into gear. This the beginning of a story I haven't finished. If you like it, let me know and I'll continue. If not... Usual warnings. Some of what is contained in this story likely isn't a good idea in real life. Use your brains. Literature is literature, no more, no less. * He lay next...
Even the bright Berlin sun seemed to taunt Horace as he was led into the spacious and well tended garden at the rear of Frau Gerda Blucher's grandiose house, its tall impressive walls and mature trees keeping unwanted eyes from viewing the erotic debauchery which regularly took place there. There were many eyes within it that morning however, eyes which had...
Lloyd sensed too late, that something was not quite how it should be, when a smiling Helen returned to the table and simply sat smoking a cigarette without saying a word for several minutes, pulling her chair a little further back with her legs crossed and just studying him with a contented expression. He wanted to ask her what was happening, but somehow he...
This as much an alternate history story as anything else. Details and dates are accurate, with some minor creative liberties. Sex in this chapter happens near the end. Plots are as important to me as the dirty stuff! And everyone's over 18. *** I am Demmus Alfer, and this is my story. I am an exile, duly convicted and sentenced. My crime? I fell in love....
Chapter 2: A Late Night Discussion I don't know how long I sat there. It could have been 5 minutes or 5 hours. Time had no meaning. Looking back I now understand what Joe meant when he said that his mind was in a "loop". That's exactly how it felt. The same thoughts replaying over and over in my head. "It can't be. I don't believe it! How could she?" After...