The next day, Timothy only just managed to drive himself to work. He had made all the adjustments needed so that he could see the road, but he was realizing that he wouldn't be able to drive for too much longer before his feet wouldn't be able to reach the pedals. 'We'll cross that bridge when we come to it,' he mused to himself as he pulled into the parki...
The trip back was quick, wet but otherwise uneventful. Veronique took the helm and Clare, Pascal and I scrambled over the yacht keeping it running at maximum speed. As a result we were all salty, wet and tired as we pulled into our berth in the harbour. Clare took off her lifejacket revealing a damp white top clinging to her breasts, the top semi-transpare...
It was hot in the auditorium. Clare blew air up into her bangs to try to cool her down a little. Late September and an Indian summer. The weather matched her mood. The day felt frustrated. It needed a thunderstorm to clear the air. Clare felt she needed something to clear her mood too. It had been a tough few months. A lecturer in a college, with too many cl...
This is the fourth instalment of an 18-year-old music student's, Clare's new career in the sex industry. In the first instalment, she was hired by the husband and wife team of escort agency owners who discover during some sexual high jinx she is still a virgin. In the second, she sets out in a limo to her first appointment with her escort name, "Celeste", to...
An Anniversary Present That Just Keeps Giving. Seven years ago I gave my wife to another man on our wedding anniversary. It was our first cuckolding experience. He took her to the room we had reserved and fucked her all night. The next morning he finalized my humiliation by making me watch him fuck my wife and then cleaning both his cock and her pussy. The...
(Moderator's Note: This story is a submission to the first Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on June 22nd, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each of the stories in this challenge are centered around the common theme of the main character being an author who the...
Back in Hazely frustration grows. Whilst Abigail Morgan is lying in her hospital bed, diddling herself at her leisure, for the girls of Hazely it is business – or rather lack of business – as usual. Every girl is feeling the strain. Some express their frustration through outbursts of temper: others burst into tears at the slightest provocation. Even the go...
Clare rolled to one side and her bare nipples brushed briefly and sensuously against the hair of a naked man's chest. At first she thought nothing of it and almost rolled back, to face away as she normally did, but then she wondered. Who was this man? And where was she? She turned back with alarm and studied the figure sprawled next to her, one arm and on...
Jeanette left Christian in 1977 and he lost contact with her completely. For two years, he languished in a self-made maze of desire for the lost Jeanette, the yearning to hold onto any well-corseted woman, and the emergence of an even greater interest in tight lacing in an abstract as well as erotic sense. Then he met Clare, a scientific officer with the c...
The first month of autumn in Sydney was feeling more like summer. Although the nights wore the tell-tale signs of the approaching winter, with a real chill in the air, but by day it was glorious. To make my day even better, I had received a text message from my sexy neighbour asking if I could meet her for brunch. "Certainly." I typed as my reply, despite d...