George: I must be crazy. I stood outside of Arthur's front door, with my luggage, hesitating before ringing the bell. Arthur and I, internet friends, corresponded by e-mail and had opened a line of communication hard to accommodate in the everyday give and take of friendship. We confessed to failings, both physical and moral, that we dare not reveal to our...
It was the afternoon at the Hollyweather high school. Joana Simmons, a senior, stood in front of her history class. The blonde and somewhat chubby girl held up her notes in front of her huge chest. Her summer dress that her mother had helped her pick out, showed off a healthy amount of her cleavage. "And that is why Charles Jackson was such an important...
Manisha and I socialized fairly often, as we didn't have any immediate family members both from her side as well as my side. Most of the people we interacted were our family friends or some business acquaintances; we didn't have any close relatives who stayed in our area. Also, the social gatherings happened mostly at the club we visited regularly. I knew q...
My name is Francis and I teach ballroom dancing. I teach only adults. Although I've taught mostly in Boston, my story location is important. Much of this story is based on my actual experience as an instructor. A month after I began my ballroom dancing career, Blossom enrolled in dance lessons. Her program was open ended. You might call it a 'life time' pr...
I wake up on a queen sized bed. I was asleep on my back, belly up. I lay on the left side of the bed, and turn my head right to see you, still asleep. We are both under the bed sheets. Quietly, as not to disturb your slumber, I slowly slide the sheets off of me, revealing my sleeping attire. I am wearing nothing but baby blue panties and a white, short sleev...
I'm not proud of what I did. You might think that I'm some kind of sick voyeur or pervert or sex-starved, or frustrated. Or all of those things. And you might be right. All I know is I was tired of my 55-year old wife not responding in the bedroom anymore. When she was younger, she would have wonderful, screaming, dogs-barking, sirens-wailing, children-cr...
Ron wants to take me parking and have sex in the backseat of his classic car. Revised, rewritten, and continued from Chapter 03: As if already prejudging him based on some of the other, older men in my life, and as if having memorized all they've said in the past, I already knew the questions that Ron would ask me as we got to know one another better. Havi...
"Throwing Weight Around" 27...28...29....30! The bench press bar surrenders with an unceremonious clang. Not that there are other tenants in the spartan fitness center, midday on a wintry Wednesday. Arms ache from exertion, but it's minor compared to the throb in my core that's been raging since last weekend's whirlpool shenanigans. Despite the streams...
This is the second part of a story following Kent Wiltshire and his journey from an independent man to a submissive slave girl. Please let me know what you think, and if there is any themes you would like to see incorporated in the future. ***** Ten minutes later, I find myself with a shaven head as my mistress is placing a wig on my head. Tiny needles go...
Copyright(c) 2000 by Wyden Long Did you ever have one of those days when everything, and I do mean everything, just goes perfectly? I mean, where your wildest dreams come through in ways you don't even know how to dream? Well I did. When I splashed the new aftershave on my face that morning, I noticed that it was a very pleasant change of pace, but I was...