Here is the second chapter of Mrs. Hart's Ache. Please include it under the category Novels and Novellas. For the sake of the readers, I've included an index which defines some of the more obscure terms. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his girlfriend a few manners while en...
Sal rummaged through a big cardboard carton and pulled out a pair of leather chaps like cowboys wear. He reached in and got a brown leather vest to go with them, and completed the outfit by handing her a cowboy hat. "Put these on," he said gruffly. "I've got to give some instructions to Mike." Carol assumed Mike was the M.C and wriggled her way into the ch...
I tossed up whether to tell Olivier about punishing Paula, as we did not have secrets from each other. However I was so uncertain as to how he might react that I felt it was best to keep it to myself, at least for now. For all I knew it was going to be a one-off incident not to be repeated. Francesca was continuing to progress well and was definitely lookin...
Leanna – English; Graceful Willow Part 12 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ She cuddled closer to him as they walked, resting her chin on his left shoulder, eyeing the dark cave and the homely Cantu survivors inhabiting it. It was all so new and different, and a little scary. Having Nic awake and holding her was helping, but Mabyn couldn't seem to put her fears completely to...
Before I share the exhibitionist details of my married life, I do have some notable exposures that 'bare' (mispelling is intentional) mention. First honorable mention that I neglected to write about is what may have led up to the taking of my boyfriend down into the basement and essentially performing my first hand job.(See chapter 4) I had stated that I w...
I had heard about the club called Nightshade ever since I first started college. It was a well known interracial club. To be more specific, it was a club where white women and black guys went to hook up. There were a few black women who went there as well, but not many. For the most part, they resented the white girls and about once a week there was a cat fi...
Here I am, sitting at my computer after a rather eventful night. My name is Christina Abdul-Hamid, and I'm a woman with a story to share with you. I was born in the City of Hasbaya in the Republic of Lebanon, but raised in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. My parents, Phillip Abdul-Hamid and Annabelle Mansur moved to the Confederation of Canada in the...
Chapter 5: Training with the Girls Lyla: After I'd recovered, Daddy and Uncle Peter left me alone with Nikki, saying that I needed to spend the day training before my punishment later that night. I was scared to be punished. I knew I shouldn't have fought Daddy when he'd pushed his cock down my throat, but it was so big I was gagging. I couldn't help it; i...
She stood in front of me, hitching up her flowered skirt. A pair of lavender panties slid to the floor and she stepped out of them. Her dark eyes challenged me. "You are trying to trade those for something again." "Maybe, but mostly I want you." "I heard you found a new guy. Someone who didn't give you such a hard time." "I did, but he was a dud. I'm bac...
I work as a social worker at the asylum for mentally disturbed persons. Many of the people there are eccentric and unpredictable. There was one old woman, who has been here for over a decade. She was always very quiet and rarely spoke to anyone. Nobody knew why she stayed as most of us thought she was quite normal. I learnt that she was admitted for mental d...