When I was pregnant with my first baby, I didn’t feel like having sex much during the first trimester—I was nauseous and exhausted. During the second trimester, I felt back to my old self, in fact, I wanted sex more than ever, it seemed, but then my husband seemed suddenly disinterested in sex, which was very unusual for him. I thought it was because of my g...
To all readers Hiii This really is the first thing I have ever written and I would love feedback. If you hate it just tell me why. If you love it thank you. * It was a Friday night and we were flying back from Amsterdam after 3 days and nights of sun sand and sex, without the sun or sand. My boyfriend of about six weeks had invited me, after his quarterly...
Before I left for Baton Rouge on Friday morning I ventured into the kitchen for a cup of coffee … I sat at the kitchen table watching Queen as she slowly kneaded a mountain of dough for her famous pastries. The sleeves to her darsheka were rolled up above her elbows and her forearms showed the strength of a woman much younger. She was silent and acted as tho...
My girl Glenda and I began emailing on 11/1/11. We then switched to skype. I started out with considering and when I went for a visit I placed a training bracelet on her wrist and ankle bracelet on her. From then on she was to begin training via the internet and that included cybering, being nude and obedience on skype even to the point of self applying disc...
This picks up from our Self Discovery Series of stories. We've been terribly busy and haven't had a chance to post anything for a while but that's another set of stories itself. * The following Tuesday, Traci and I talked, as we always did, about the previous weekend. I told her how hot it got me watching her and Bill make it, and what a thrill it was to d...
Hello, and welcome to the twelfth issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. [Laurel - please insert here 'SnipTales.jpg' - sent by Alex March 9] If you want to know what it's all about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in b...
Although I am aware that I may get so many awful and racist comments about my life story, I feel that I must write about it. I have come to a point in my life where I know there is an understanding and acceptance in the world to who I have become, and who I am. It is more likely now people will understand me in the year 2011 than they would nearly 9 years ag...
When she arrived home late darkness filled the lounge except for the lamp light that reflected off her auburn hair. She had a lustful hunger that had been building all evening from the teasing her man had been giving her before her departure. She knew she could not escape the hunger until she had quenched it; to the end. But with the house quiet and dark, sh...
Simon was alone, in his bunk bed, wearing only his underpants. It was 7.45am and the sea swelling outside the porthole was oily-grey. A banging at the door had awaked him - or was that the banging at the door last night? He remembered the previous evening's events with astonishing clarity, a mixture of shame sauced with sharp, deep pangs of excited pleasur...
Chapter 1: A New Beginning Sir Walter surveyed the carnage before him, nothing but death and slaughter, as far as his eyes could see. The only sounds to be heard were the screams of the dying, and the screeching calls of the crows, feeding on the dead. He could not turn away, and his only thought, was the belief that the Church had lied to them. How could G...