There's an interesting story I'd like to share with you my cherished reader. Several years ago I returned to the house I'd grown up in, in a quiet, conservative village not too far from Oxford. I'd moved back following the passing away of my parents. I worked in London and for a time I was seeing how commuting suited me. As I recall it was a Thursday evenin...
*Author's note: I would like to thank PrincessAmelia for her efforts editing this story. She made it easier to read, and therefore much more enjoyable for you, the reader.* "Great, I am looking forward to it!" I say as I hung up the phone. We agreed to meet in Brooklyn, at the corner of Beverly Road and Nostrand Avenue by the subway station. From there we...
Lyn, naked and her legs spread wide for everyone to see outside of the mock exam room, looked at her pussy. The diamond was about a carat and glistened in the bright lights. Lyn felt different with sweeping emotions. She knew she was naked, her legs spread for all to see. But she also could feel her pussy becoming wet. Lyn could not understand her own emot...
My mischievous reflection shines at me from the glossy bottom of the coffee mug i have drained three times this morning. Master has gone out with friends, and i sit in an empty house, tapping my scarlet nails on the table. A list of tasks has been left for me. He took the time to print it off the computer, perhaps in hopes that i might be obedient and do my...
"The important thing to remember," she said passively, "Is that there is no limit to true sadism." Her young prodigy nodded in appreciation of the wisdom he had just been handed, but was nervous to hear it. He hadn't signed on for raw torture. If he wanted that, he could very well have stayed in the army. That would have been the same garbage. And it's free...
Quite some time ago I received an inquiry from another writer as to why I signed off on my posts with the words: I remain. I was a little surprised by that as in all the time I'd been posting on the bulletin boards, no one had ever questioned me as to why I did that. Or for that matter, what it meant until she asked me. It has been nearly four years now si...
(format corrected and simplified 1/15/08) "Don't ignore your muse. Pay close attention and do EVERY little thing she says and do nothing she advises you NOT to do." "Hey, Hey, HEY! This is my 'How To'! Don't talk to them directly!" "Are you arguing with ME?" "Um, uhhhh, nope. Not I. Ummm, would you mind if I started this again? I'll tell your part as you...
In line at the grocery store, Don grasped the rubber divider and placed it on the conveyor belt. Behind it, he positioned a can of diced peaches and a toothbrush. His eyes zoomed in on the man in front of him, scanning down to his perfectly polished red shoes. "Those peaches are great huh? I always eat them on the way to work," the stranger said. "Yeah.....
Notar bene - although the dramatis personae herebelow included are based upon some real people, living and historical, any resemblance between them and the people of the story is purely coincidental. In the last enstallment, gentle reader, our trepidous Lady met the less trepid George Pickstock. In putting her side of the argument, it is possible that Lady...
Further Relations of the Adventures of Belinda, Lady D’Airing, and her faithful servant Groat Notar bene - although the dramatis personae herebelow included are based upon some real people, living and historical, any resemblance between them and the people of the story is purely coincidental. Part the fifthe: In Which Tongues are loosened, and Schemes Reve...