Note: Please read Part One for most of the background on my story. But, as you will see, this story actually takes place chronologically before that one. If I had written these in order, this would be Part One. ****** My date with Doug was not the first sexual experience I had since my husband had passed away. The first with another another person, yes, b...
CH. 2 :HUSBAND , BEND OVER & PART THY NETHER CHEEKS !!! Her ringing , humiliating command was heard all over the field “Husband, bend over the Punishment Table, bare thy delectable, horny bum & part thy nether cheeks for Thy Royal Monarch’s Pleasure !!! Immediately!!! Do it now, boy !!!!” The sweet girlish voice, the Commanding tone, the embarrassing Orde...
After Jeff served them all tea and cookies in the nude, the women voted on who had succeeded in humiliating him the most during the course of the afternoon. The Twins who had invited their friend Mike over to help in his degradation were the unanimous winners. His ass was still sore from its first fucking, and the shame of then having to suck off that same c...
HUMANITY 2.0 YEAR 001, DAY 001 - PART ONE I thought I should go ahead and start writing a record of my life, as self-important as that sounds. It's not like I've got much better to do; Zee won't let me do any real work, so when I'm not travelling to the countless abandoned cities and ruins of our ancestors, I pretty much sit around and/or have sex. I've be...
"Ok, I have plans for today," my wife announced out of nowhere, "today you're going to dress up for me and I'm going to show you the new toys I've bought." "Erm...ok." I answered carefully. We had been having a leisurely Saturday morning breakfast and, as far as I knew, had made no plans for the day. "What toys have you bought honey?" I asked curiously....
This is a story about an affair between El Muy Lorenzo, a 36-year old Assistant Professor in the Department of Shitology at U-TRASH, and N, a brilliant 23-year old undergraduate student. It is told through Lorenzo's conversations with his psychiatrist Dr. Shitsteak. We should say a few words about N, but the reader must respect the fact that what we relate...
Tara awoke in her own bed with no recollection of how she'd gotten there, sitting up blearily and trying to recall what had happened. She automatically reached over to the nightstand for her glasses, not finding them before suddenly realizing she didn't even need them -- her vision was crystal clear. In fact, it was sharper than she could ever recall. This t...
I first knew Johnnie when I became his secretary. I was just gone eighteen at the time. It took some months before he made a pass at me. It was when we were coming back from a firm's night out in York. We shared a car with two other members of staff. We'd had a few drinks and, on the way back, three of us were sat in the back. There was Johnnie and David wi...
Without taking overly much professional credit, I found my practice particularly quiet in the run up to the Christmas of 18xx as my patients had maintained good health despite the onset of winter. I was therefore thankful to receive a note from my friend Sherlock Holmes one afternoon suggesting I meet him at a charitable society event being held at one of th...
Another wasted night on the pull. The deafening drones of shit music washed over her body, cocooning her spirit from every other person around her. Make-up worse for wear and bored of watching her straw circle the circumference of her rum and coke, she stood up, shoulders back and walked to the exit, dignified, as not to give the impression that her night wa...