The night after the first therapy appointment Rebecca had a series of elaborate, erotic dreams. She woke up tingling, her cotton panties wet and fragrant with excitement, and fleeting images of her dreams flashing though her mind like glimpses of pictures seen through a kaleidoscope lens. She struggled to remember all the details, but some dreams had alr...
Everyone’s over 18, blah, blah, etc… BTW, this story will be infinitely more enjoyable if you read the other chapters first. Sally Reynolds, a suitcase in one hand and a roller tote dragging behind her, tripped over two boxes inconveniently placed across the entryway to her dorm room. As she lifted her head from the floor she quickly realized that the two...
Preface Inmate Number 51793, quite the Study in Lunatirical Science- she is composed today. She watched me peer at her through the pie-hole in the door. Her eyes are stark and blue, and they have fixated on me with a distinctly sane clarity. Meeting her gaze- somehow the lunacy and incoherent gestures are less terrifying than this eerie lucidity....
After my father’s release from prison following the Monmouth Rebellion, we stayed at our country estate. My father did not wish to draw attention to himself in London at the Court of James II. As far as that monarch’s reign, all was not well. The King took mass publicly at the Royal Chapel. This made people uneasy, as they remembered the reign of the Catholi...
The Anglo Saxon Chronicles Part III I am an old man now, with an old man’s failings. It is nine years since my liege and, dare I venture, my friend Ælfred, King of Wessex and Rex Anglorum, passed to greater glory. I fear I shall not be long behind him for winter chills my bones and I sleep more and more by the brazier in the Scriptorium. My hands have grow...
June 17, 2032. Father’s Day. A time of reflection for some and celebration for many. For me, it’s a time of angst. You see, my father and I have a complicated relationship. A lot of people say that about their fathers, but I don’t think their stories are anything like mine. My name is Armand Saint-Cyr. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec,...
My name is Stephen, and I am addicted to sex. I still live with my parents which means I can’t really freely express my sexual preferences. I could literally fuck anyone; that’s how horny I get. These past few days, I have tried doing naughtier and naughtier stuff.. For example, I have taken my father’s phone to check what he was browsing on the internet. An...
A slight departure from the norm with the Milk Dud stories. This one is a continuation of Milk Duds 7, so you really should read it first then cum back to this episode. Again this story is dedicated to that special woman giving me the inspiration and idea. Now on with the show. ************************************************ Labor Day weekend: Suzie...
It was a week since she had been sent here; a week in which her life had changed completely. In many ways she was still not clear about what had happened. She remembered coming back home one day, to find her house locked and a large suitcase standing on the porch. There was a letter for her from her parents telling her that they had to go away in a hurry a...
© 2002 Charmbrights Ltd. All rights reserved. The author has asserted moral rights under sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988. Prologue The Emirate of Kobekistan is one of those wonderful places where a visitor feels that they have stepped back into a more leisurely, more dignified era of history, but without sacrificing any of...