Her mind ached as the stress of work pounded behind her slightly glazed eyes. She stared in a dangerously blank fashion at the endless streams of other cars as they too sought to hurry home to their other lives or families. Gripping the leather steering wheel of her sleek black sports car until her knuckles grew bone white and the joints threatened to break...
Serena turned the brand new BMW Z-3 into her driveway. It was late October and the leaves cascading all around her were burning with bright reds and oranges. She parked and swung her legs out of the small but powerful convertible. To the high school boy that lived across the street this was the best part of the day. The 30 seconds or so that it took the 28 y...
Part 6: Busy Day I was cleaning up after breakfast when Katherine called to me. "Here's everything you need." I peeked around the corner at her. She smiled. "Oh, and I realized I might not have been clear about something. When I said 'wash the cars' I meant you wash the cars, not take them to a car wash." She turned and started to walk away. "OK, time for...
June 16th Went for a stroll around the grounds after breakfast. During my stroll, something very exciting interesting happened. I happened to take a wrong turn and found myself in a part of the grounds I normally stay away from; the maintenance staff's quarters. The quarters are a row of quite well built huts in which several men and women who perform a var...
Candice walked down the aisles of the Hospital in her sensible shoes. She said "Good night" to her co-workers, nodded at her supervisors and went to the punch clock and clocked out for the evening. On the elevator down to the Parking Garage, she made some perfunctory small-talk with a few people, bid them good night and walked over to her car. She got in t...
Chapter 12: A Welcome Home I got a pleasant surprise this morning. My friend, Cammy, sent me a text saying that he was home from Iraq on leave and asked me if we fancied meeting up for "coffee or something". Cammy is a little older than me, 19, and is one of my oldest friends. I've always had a bit of a soft spot for him and I know he has pretty much the s...
Madam approached and stood behind me. "Beautiful" she whispered. Were it not for the fact that her eyes did not leave my reflection, I would have though those words for another. A flush of red went through my skin. Pressure rose in my ears all but deafening me. I wanted to hide; with out refuge my eyes had no choice but, to meet hers. Her face was enigma; it...
Note: if you like being cuckolded or watching your wife get banged by other men then this isn't for you. I hope you enjoy it and if you don't oh well. * I sat there with my mouth wide open. Why, you ask? My wife Jane just asked me if I would please be a cuckold for a week. By the way, my name is Mike and I knew the answer already, but I'd hoped Jane rea...
If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell - Virgil's Aeneid ***** Jack stirred in his sleep. He felt like he was having a wet dream, a not uncommon event for an eighteen year old who had not yet had the pleasures of relations with the opposite sex. Suddenly a burning heat enveloped his loins, filling him with a pleasurable sensation unlike any he had know...
The summer after my eye-opening, fetish-creating dance class I was invited by one of my classmates, Eliza, to join her and another classmate, James, for a long weekend on Cape Cod. I had become good friends with both and was comfortable around them in a special way engendered by the unique class experience we had shared. I rang James on coordinating our ar...