I was majoring in psychology and taking a course on the psychology of fetishism. For my research project and final paper I decided to do a case study of a sexual exhibitionist. So I placed an ad in the campus newspaper looking for informants and received quite a few replies, mostly from guys. But since I’m a woman myself I was more curious to find a subject...
She was running for her life, stumbling in the mist. Her legs dragged behind her like anchors; her lungs burned and her head throbbed. She gulped fog; it stung her eyes and clogged her throat. It was all there was to breathe. 'Just a matter of time before he catches me,' she realized with mounting terror. The creature that had been a handsome young man a...
It was a hot night in Rochester but I shivered all the same. There were no cars in the driveway on a sprawling cream colored new-money manse the bordered the Clearey Woods, so I pulled up the parking brake and on battered gray Camry. The thick pine and birch that skirted the side and back of the property kept drawing my eye. If I wasn't very careful, I could...
She removed the banana, put right her gown, and went to fetch the mail, disposing of the banana as she went. It was a letter for Andrew, not that she'd noticed – her 'recollection' had temporarily slighted her ability to concentrate. As she returned to the living room she tore open the letter, wondering what had become of Ken after all these years – she'd ne...
This is a work of fiction. If you find it truthful then you live a much different lifestyle than I do. My writing style, as with most writers, is evolving. You can see the differences by reading some of my previous submission. I hope you enjoy this story; but like or dislike I am always interested in your comments. Swenson Manor Chronicles: Jo Baley's Story...
"I don't understand why you asked me here Mr. Singh. My husband handles the business. He spoke to you about the loan he needs. I don't see how I can help. "Barkha Dikshit smiled at the bank loan officer as she sat down in his office. She and her husband had come to this small town four years before. Her husband, Rahul, started a small audio/video business th...
Sobia stood looking out of her tenth floor office block watching the Friday evening traffic crawl towards the weekend. She was anxious, waiting for a telephone call before she could go home. Her PA had gone home hours ago and only the cleaners were now in the building. Her brief case was packed, her coat wrapped across the back of her custom designed chair b...
Many thanks to that lovely creature DarkEmpress and her continued slavish support of this project; without her keen knife this would not be nearly as enjoyable. This is Libidinous Chapter 2. It follows Libidinous Chapter 1, so please read it prior to this chapter. Additionally this is stage three of a three stage story, Stage 1 is Dissolute: The Vanderbil...
This is a work of fiction and all characters are fictional. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is completely coincidental. This story contains some very mild watersports. If this offends please do not read. British English terminology is used throughout. If you are unable or unwilling to deal with this, please avoid reading. Prologue I was sat with...
The following morning Sammy was in Mrs Pardoe's class sewing a plain white collar onto a skimpy black dress. It was a compulsory project. During their first term all sissies had to produce their own parlour maid outfit, and it had to be done by hand because Mrs Pardoe claimed exclusive use of the only sewing-machine in the house. Sewing was one thing he hate...