A Contribution from Joanna: (as an adjunct to "Matt becomes Mattie"). * Mattie has asked me to consider writing something for you, the reader, especially about my experiences and feelings as regards the education that I have had from my now friend, Duncan. I am not as emotional as Mattie and tend to write in a more matter of fact style focusing on the ev...
Stitches awoke to find herself surrounded by darkness, with her arms fastened at the wrists to the wall behind her. As she became aware, she realised that the cuffs attaching her to the wall were all that held her up. That, and she was completely naked. So, she was here again. She thought back, trying to figure out how she had got here. The last thing she...
You have a better chance of appreciating this story if you have a large closet full of dresses that were carefully chosen to look professional and a small drawer of lace and silk originally intended for your husband alone. If you're a man who wants me to swallow a big load of cum by the second paragraph, then you'll get along with my husband; but you'll have...
In the ancient kingdom of Nevar, there was a grand estate that was so old the young folk said the country was built around it. For centuries, the house was a welcoming inn for traveling adventurers, desperate lovers fleeing with their forbidden love, and magicians who entertained the guests with their amazing manipulations of light and sound. There were gard...
Part One She was so beautiful, staring at him, annoyed. Karin’s blonde hair swept back, and her chest surged in the little white-on white tube top that looked as if it might collapse any moment over her 38D breasts. Her cleavage was bulging as she argued with Robbie. “Why Robbie, why can’t you understand me?” Karin asked. “Is screwing all you think about?...
The couple turned towards the woman at the classroom door. Fresh cum dripped off of Principal Weiss' face, cumdrunk lust still apparent on her face. "You two are lucky I'm the only one in the building," Michelle said, walking over, shaking her head at the mess. "How long have you two been fucking?" CRASH! Michelle slipped on a puddle of cum, falling on...
ACT II: CATALYST DAY TWO In the basement under my home, there are two underground rooms; originally wine cellars with concrete floors, brick alcoves and slate shelving for bottles. The atmosphere is dark, dank and ideal for storing wine. And for storing people. A year ago, I converted an end of the basement into a pair of adjacent prison cells. They're s...
I went back downstairs. Louise was enjoying her Armagnac. She looked up at me and asked, "How is she?" "Oh, very nice and ready for you." "So come and tell me what you have done to her." I took my balloon glass and sipped. "Oh nothing untoward other than a finger and maybe a kiss." "That's ok; what does she look like?" So, sotto voce, I gave a long de...
It was one of the most elaborate costume parties she'd ever been invited to and it made her nervous in ways she hadn't felt since junior high. She was no stranger to costume parties, elegance, "foofaraw." But this was, as her bombastic friend Shaniquah would say, "a whole notha level." Shanie had flown out from Atlanta to meet her just for this; she thought...
How did it all go wrong? I'm writing this in a London hotel room. It's Sunday 6 March 2005 and I'm going to write down the sorry tale of what's been happening to me over the last year or so. Some of you may be sympathetic, others won't give a damn, but I'm writing this for myself anyway. Once I've finished I'll read it back to myself and then decide what I'...