At precisely 8:04 the next night, Alena knocked three times on the door to room 422, fervently hoping she'd got the room number right. "One moment," a man's voice called out from inside. A moment later the door opened and Eric stood there wearing a gray three-piece suit and red tie. "Come in! Come in! Make yourself comfortable, Alena. Sit down wherever you...
Author's note: It's been a while since I posted the last part of Calm, this has everything to do with life getting in the way, but also with a wonderful lady who reached out to me after picking out my stories. It's a wonderful compliment to get when someone says your story has help believe a bit more in the community again. She has spent the time to read th...
The old Victorian home lent itself well to the festivities at hand. It was ornate but run-down, with enough cobwebs that the addition of the store-bought, cotton webbing seemed not only redundant, but silly. At least the inhabitants of the home were artful enough to avoid decorating with cardboard cutouts of smiling pumpkins, opting for black velvet hangings...
My gorgeous Ellie likes to masturbate, although if you ever met her you really wouldn't think she was the type. She is the most serene and beautiful wife I could ever wish for, a slim genuine blue eyed blonde with long hair just wavy enough not to be called straight and such pale skin that she has an almost ethereal look. She's so very gentle and tranquil ou...
The receptionist checks Ellie in with the discrete aplomb English people manage so well. Dressed in a thrilling but unfamiliar fashion she feels like an actress about to appear on stage. Minutes later Carlo closes the hotel room door and hands her a glass of red wine, pleased by her evident excitement. "I knew there was a mutual attraction from the first ti...
Ellie dressed excitedly. Mistress Joules never held parties and to be invited; her heart fluttered. Mistress had asked her to arrive early, to help her with the decorations. The though of doing some work filled her with dread so she focused on the fun parts. She wondered who would be there, what the food would be like, thoughts that Mistress might collar her...
The sun was on its way down by the time he found his destination, a small, well-kept apartment complex consisting of four large buildings with brick facades. He took the steps up to the second floor two at a time, at an even, controlled pace, trying not to appear too eager, trying not to be too eager. He walked up to the door and knocked three times, then st...
My name is Fred and this is my dairy. I keep it hidden behind the dresser in Ellie’s room where I spend most of my days, and nights. I am a bunny and my tag says I am made of 100% new materials. Someone who didn’t read the part about not removing this tag took off, my tag before I came here to live with Ellie. I don’t really remember much about before. I end...
She was there again today. It had been almost a week since she last appeared, walking down towards me along the station platform, walking on those luscious long legs, her beautiful slim body held erect and confident. On that last occasion she had been wearing a pure white cotton dress which had all but disappeared as she stood against the sunlight at our en...
It is well over a quarter of a century now since first got to know Frank. He and his wife Jenny were very kind to us when we moved in next door with a young family, and Jenny would often babysit for us if we wanted to go out for the evening. Sadly, Jenny died five years ago after a long illness just ten months before Frank's seventy fifth birthday; however,...