The people in this story all came out of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and was not the intent of the author. All the characters in this story are at least 18 years of age. There are no minors involved in acts of a sexual nature in my story. It is fiction, people. I'm writing it for my ow...
I was not happy with my husband at the current time. He'd gone and arranged a barbecue party for Saturday afternoon. Problem was, he didn't tell me about it until Friday evening. It had completely slipped his mind. Still, not a problem, he told me. Just grab some sausages out of the freezer and thaw them. As if that was going to happen. For a start, I didn'...
Ellie ran into Sandy's office, her cheeks were flushed and she seemed visibly upset. "Miss Sandy, there's a man here to see you." Sandy didn't see anyone without an appointment and Ellie knew this well, all her staff did. She was about to say something, but Ellie anticipated her protest. "Miss Sandy, this man said he wouldn't take NO for an answer. You'd...
Sandy was having a bad day, could it get worse? Simple answer? Yes! Much worse, much, much worse. Sandy was in the top form in her final year, A level study was going OK, and all things being equal University next year should be on the cards. On the other hand, her love life was just the opposite. Sandy had convinced herself she had not reached the age yet w...
Chapter 1. Intro (or First Punishment to Marjorie ever) Gretel, Daisy and Marjorie were school friends. They had been so since early childhood and now they were 19 (minimum age to graduate from hi-school) and about to finish their basic studies. They lived in a lovely paradise-like island called Odasadi and couldn't wait longer to be out into the "real worl...
Juliet was going on a train journey from London to Aberdeen to meet her boyfriend. It was summer time so she had dressed in light summer clothes. This outfit consisted of white lacy panties, white camisole top, stockings and suspenders because she hated wearing tights, and a floral print dress which was button through, a matching silk scarf was around her ne...
Author's Note: It may come as no surprise to my readers that I REALLY like sex. In addition to time spent with lovers and clients, I often take care of my own needs. Most often this is just a simple self-pleasure in the shower or before I go to sleep to relax. Other times though I truly pamper myself and engage in the high art of self-love. The following is...
Jolene waited in the hotel lobby for what seemed an eternity. I had said I would be waiting when she arrived but there was still no sign. She had called my room from the reception, no answer. Meanwhile, she had read the mini Paris guidebook from cover to cover twice while watching the loving couples pass by her. She wondered why she sat there so long. But sh...
This tale is obviously inspired by recent events. I was punished for being a wee bit headstrong and had to write an alternative version of the events. I hope you enjoy...hps~ * Samantha woke up enraged, once again. She was so fed up with all these men in government thinking it was up to them to decide what she did with her body, how often she had sex and m...
I hated Halloween with a passion. It was such an overdone holiday and every year the candies and decorations arrived on door shelves earlier and earlier. This year I was in the local Target at the end of August and there was the display of orange and black crap. It's ridiculous. What I hate the most, of course, is that what is supposed to be a fun evening f...