Natasha's Neighbourhood Watch Program continues... "So, where are you off too young man?" Debby asked her son, as she chopped up the steak for the slow-cooker. "Um... that job I was telling you about. You know... next door. I'm painting their shed for a couple of hundred to put towards rego on the Hilux," Eric said to his mum, as he pinched a few bits of r...
(It was 1885 and, as a nineteen year old boy, I was staying with family friends at their large house in the English Midlands. My name is David Shaw and I was there to learn French conversation under the tutelage of Miss. Marie; the family had two 18 year old twins, Anna and Sarah who were also learning French with me, this is part ten of my tale.) *** I wa...
"Hey, you're not the first guy to have a fight with his wife and end up closing this joint, but I do have to close. You haven't had much to drink the last hour, but you sure have stared a hole in that glass. You need to talk about anything?" Doug Hawkins looked up from the dregs of a beer he'd been nursing in a corner of the bar for almost two hours. "Nah....
Dear Reader: This is a continuation of a series I began posting several years ago. If you would like the background, please read "Impulse Control 101" and "An Intimate Evening" first. I apologize for not putting these stories into proper chapters, but they've mostly been random blurts that had to get out in their own time. ***** I spent most of the next w...
Another new story from my twisted imagination. I hope you enjoy it, and cast your votes when you're done. Everyone in the story is over eighteen, so no one need worry about that. And to the readers who are hoping I will continue some of my other stories, rest assured I am working on new chapters for Julie and Red, Hank and Brosie, Vonnie and Danny, Buffy a...
As I said when I loaded THE BOARD pt1, Roni asked that I relay this story to you, as she likes to take credit for it happening "from the great beyond", as if she was written as a Dickens character, acting as the "Ghost of Pussy Past" or something (her bad pun, not mine). It did make for a good title/Description though. This shouldn't be as crazy as my adve...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to the Scot for Hamish's display, which I just couldn't get out of my head! I will admit I screwed up in the last chapter with Hamish disregarding Gayle's hard limit of no humiliation. As a RL submissive, I would have walked out and gone home! But mistakes DO happen, and any sensible and genuine Dom will admit his mistake and discuss...
I'm afraid these two are still stuck in a present-day holding pattern. I've given you a dream sequence flashback (the third section, to avoid any confusion) to make up for it! In case you've forgotten, they're both nineteen during the flashback, so there's no underage activity. ---------------------- Alessandro shook his head in disbelief. Maisie was kne...
Just three months before our Silver wedding anniversary, completely out of the blue, my wife Anne calmly told me that she was going to sleep with another man. We married when she was eighteen with me two years older and after five glorious years she gave birth to our only child Chloe. Chloe is now at university studying law. I teach and am currently the head...
This story took place in the late 70's. It illustrates that sometimes not everything is as it seems. And wanting to believe something doesn't necessarily make it so. It is a work of fiction but as in most of my stories it is inspired by an event that really occurred and by some characters that really existed. * I was having my second cup of coffee, rubbing...