THE VICAR'S DUTIES On the Saturday afternoon of the vicar's wife's birthday week-end in London with her friend, Sarah, there was a garden party being held in the grounds of one of the wealthier widows of the parish. The widow lived in a large five bedroom mansion, with a large terrace which ran along the length of the rear of the house, with steps leading d...
"It's a very simple proposition sir." "Tell me" the exhausted half naked man, smeared with blood croaked. "Give me the names of the plotters and you will suffer no more" the man in the white shirt and blue militia trousers with black suspemders replied brandishing the pincers. "Never." "You are a stubborn fool." "But I have my honour, not like you, you...
(Please read Chapters 1 and 2 if you haven't already. This multi-chapter story could be listed in several different groups. It contains group sex, bisexual and gay contact, incest, BDSM and other fetishes. If this offends you, please stop now. If it doesn't, I hope you enjoy. And a special thanks to Julie, my kinky muse, for her wonderful inspiration and sup...
Broken-record time: Almost all of my writing is based, to some degree, on real people and / or events in my life. This one is no exception, but it's about 99% fiction. There's a lot (I think) of character development, and some explicit sex; but this is not designed to be a stroke story. It's intended to be about loving relationships, both sexual and nonsexu...
They’d gotten to their hotel around 4pm; the cab from the airport had taken a nice scenic route through the garden district into the narrow streets of the French Quarter. Michael and Val stared out the windows of the cab at the centuries old buildings as they zig-zagged through the one-way streets. They had made comments on the history of the city and how th...
After an agonising five months of waiting for my editor to do his job I took it back and did my own editing so please forgive any grammatical and spelling errors. I will deal punishment to my editor shortly (my partner) @}-,-'- Chapter 2: The Honeymoon Is Over! The dawn filtered through the drapes of the bedroom. Michael had woken a few minutes before an...
Meeting David (who had previously been known to me only as the "Innocent, Corn-Fed Muscle Boy from Eau Claire") was a slightly unreal experience. For the first time since plotting out the upcoming weekend with Diane, I experienced a real sense of indecision. Did I really want to go through with this? I shook his hand, nearly twice the size of mine, looked i...
A few weeks and a few handjobs to Bob ending with my undergarments covered in his cum later something interesting happened at work. Nikki had been bothering me for some time to go out with her, John, and Jason again. Almost every day she'd bring up how they talked about me and wanted me to go out with them again. I pretended to be a bit embarrassed about m...
This is the latest of Amie's adventures with black men. This happened last fall and due to being very busy, I am just now getting around to posting this: It had been awhile since she had fucked Jackson after she had danced in a strip club. She had repeatedly expressed to me that she wanted to have some fun with another black man or men and she had more than...
In response to several private comments, I have decided to post the remainder of this series to the BDSM category. I'm sorry if I offended anyone, but I do think I gave adequate warning that this story is about non-consensual punishment. And yes, there is a significant pleasure response in most of the chapters. This is the story of a young woman's convictio...