The schoolgirl is wearing a gymslip of such a dark shade of blue it appears almost black. She is bending forward and stretching across a small table that boasts a cover of purple chenille, resting the flattened palms of her hands on the hard surface and pressing one side of her flushed face between them. The back of her skirt as been folded up to her waist a...
Part One You know, I blame the dream. I mean I'm not some bi-curious harlot. And the prickle of my cheeks in David Gandy's underwear section of Marks and Spencer's proves I am certainly no lesbian. So, yes, I blame the dream. Where did it come from? Why should I, after years of red-blooded cock loving, dream of splaying on an altar (!) with my knickers off...
This tale will make more sense if you've read part 1. Everyone in it is over 18. In the few months that had passed since Hazel came to live with us, and since our fortunate alliance with James and Karen had started, our lives had changed considerably. Now Roni and Hazel both wore long, silky nightgowns whenever we were at home for the evening, and Hazel'...
The early evening sun felt warm on her skin as Rina enjoyed her tea. Sitting in the backyard with a book, Rina had developed a routine for herself. Mornings were spent in looking after the house and doing errands. Afternoons were for lunch, either alone or with her girlfriends at a nearby restaurant. Evenings were for her – a time when she enjoyed readying,...
(Author's note: This story is an entry into the third Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story will be kept secret until Wednesday, November 20, 2013, when the author will be revealed in the comments section following this story. There are no prizes awarded during FAWC; this is simply a friendly competition.) (Inspiration f...
Claire returned to her table to find the check laying in its usual spot. She picked it up to look at it. There was a white business card concealed beneath the check. She turned it over. Mock Rape, inc. Dark Fantasies Fulfilled There was a phone number and logo which pictured a pair of feminine hands bound at the wrists. Claire stared at the card for a f...
My stories are in chronological order. I encourage you to follow along and read these stories in this order as a prelude to this one: I Hire Monica The Maid Monica's First Day as My Maid Monica the Maid's Three Hole Day I Partner with Linda, A Salon Owner I Massage Monica the Maid Hot and Sexy Business Opportunities I Become a Therapeutic Instructor...
Giddy and gay I'm on my way to Jenny's house. My wife, Sheila, is out of town on one of her bi-monthly business conferences and for me that means a Saturday night date. My friend Jenny has a salon in her home and for a guy like me that is ideal. It's 9:00AM and I've been up and busy for three hours. I started a liquid diet Wednesday when I confirmed the da...
Almost a year after the Super Bowl incident, things had gotten grimmer. One evening Scrip stood, one foot on each chair as Marigold had ordered him, with each hand sticking out and holding a large encyclopedia with a glass on top of that. Scrip knew if he dropped the glass, the red wine would hit the carpet, and all hell would break loose... Marigold was...
Dear Shoeblossom: I've enjoyed the letters I've read, and I wanted to tell you of my unique relationship with my dominant wife, Beatrix, "Trix" for short. I am Doctor Lionel Lithgow, author of 20 books... University professor of physics... And president of the biggest quantum physics research facility in the Western Hemisphere... But at home I'm just a...