This is the third installment in a series under this title. This chapter picks up where the second chapter stopped. This story is a work of fiction. While the story has some basis in reality, any similarities to any real person or entity are entirely coincidental and unintended. ***** Not long after the Firm Dinner, Carol made me bundle up and she took me...
Donna came over to were I was kneeling and said I have been a good slave and that she was going to reward me. She started letting the air out of the blow up dildo and it felt real good. When all the air was out of it my asshole was so big that the dildo fell out of my ass onto the floor. Donna told the guy with the biggest cock to come over and fuck me, he c...
*This chapter too longer to write than I thought it would, but It's a bit longer than the last one, so hopefully It'll make up for the wait. I appreciate everyone for their support that they have given this story, and I would also like to thank the person who pointed out my mistake during the sign language scene in the previous chapter. I do strive for accur...
"What's a skinny dip?" my wife asked. There was just a hint of Danish accent in her American English, and I caught a trace of it in the way she pronounced "skinny dip." I scrolled through my second language vocabulary and, although I speak fluent Danish, I came up empty. "It's when you go swimming naked, Heidi," I said, unable to find a single word synonym...
Saturday morning, I woke up earlier than I'd planned. I tried to get back to sleep, but my mind was too occupied with thoughts of what I needed to do to get ready for my trip to Javier's. And of what might happen when I got there. I got up and spent some time doing housework before I settled in at my computer with a cup of coffee. I would wait to shower and...
"Good evening, everybody! Are you ready to be aroused?" The 3,000 VIP spectators packed into the hotel auditorium exploded with throaty cheers and loud whistles as hostess Angelina LaRusso stood spotlighted at center stage in front of the podium adorned with gilt stars. I was waiting off in the wings, heart pounding, clad in my silver tiara, diamond necklace...
Hi everyone. I have started to publish this story once before. I´m a beginner at this, and I found that the segments I published the story in then were too short. They felt chopped up, the rhythm wasn´t right. So now I´ll publish the story in three segments instead of fourteen. I hope you´ll like it. A lot of it is quite true, but certainly not everything....
I want to thank all those who sent private and public comments about chapter 1. This was going to be a fairly straight forward story, but I loved some of the suggested directions for the story and changed course. The next chapters will be the culmination of your ideas and I hope you enjoy the results. As always, the characters in this story are purely ficti...
The following is as authentic as anything based on memory can be. At least when my memory is the memory in question. It was originally written in my native language, Danish, in an attempt of mine to get past the experiences it covers and move on with my life. It has been edited for typos, and translated to English, but has since its creation neither been str...
Hot Cross Buns: Rich bread buns made with butter, sugar and egg, spiced with cinnamon, nutmeg and mixed spice, and baked with a mix of dried fruit and candied peel. EIGHTEEN I left work early next day, Friday, telling Jenny to do the same. She didn't need telling twice. I collected the keys to the house. David offered to take me but I begged to go on my ow...