How should I begin? How I got to be in the position that I am in, and with my relationships such as they are, is a story I'll leave for another time. Let me tell you how things are. My name is William and I am 33. Kerry, my girlfriend, is 25, and her friend Fiona is also 25. We live in Edinburgh. I encourage Kerry to dominate me, and discuss me openly wit...
As I said in the intro to my last story, the kissing game did happen. It has here been considerably embellished! It did lead to us losing our cherries together but not the same night and with much more clumsiness than our protagonists managed! Simon was looking forward to the party. He knew a couple of the girls who were going and that they were unattached,...
Fiona heard them before she saw them. Frank and Evan had been out training for cyclecross, now both of them were walking by, stripped down to their bike shorts and covered in mud. Frank pointed at Evan and said "Epic ride, and epic face plant.". "Did you leave any dirt on the trail?" she asked "Right after I face planted, your boy Frank here did a high sp...
Lieutenant Jonathan Belview leaned back in his seat and looked out at the vast, flat pancake that was the Arizona desert and thanked every god that he could think of that he was inside. Inside with the air conditioning. Inside with a screen. "I'm just saying," Balder said, quietly. "The new American flag isn't quite worth the new state." "What?" Jon aske...
My first adult job after leaving school was as a pool lifeguard. Many of my friends, male and female, worked at the local swimming pool, which made shifts fun to do. Constant training gave us pool-fit bodies, sculptured and toned, that differentiated us from our peers, and the many residents of this small town, whose ideas of exercise were the pool table and...
Midnight. Kirsty stepped from the shower, her hand reaching for the towel rail to steady herself. She was still woozy from alcohol. The work do had gone on longer than she'd thought and she hoped Fiona would forgive her in the morning. Kirsty dried her mane of shaggy dark hair and wrapped the large blue towel around her. She felt a much fresher now though s...
(This is Part 2...for Fiona's public spanking, and to learn how she got into this mess, check out Part 1) * Twenty minutes later, Fiona was standing on her tiptoes in the town square, awkwardly trying to nail a piece of paper to the wall of the local barbershop. The wall served as a kind of unofficial bulletin board where notices and advertisements could...
NB: Thank you to those of you who have sent me really supportive emails and feedback regarding TLAW. It has really helped me to pursue this next chapter [and maybe the next?]. Do readers like happy endings? I'm thinking of making a character die as an ending but you guys might slaughter me for that! Anyway, I did not send this chapter for editing as I want...
Fiona faced an evening of one of her least favorite obligations as Pam's slave - dinner out. When she and Pam were alone, she could easily lose herself and become Pam's sub, completely subjugating her own person to the desires and whims of her Mistress. Even with Pam's friends, who were mostly in the lifestyle, Fiona felt comfortable in her subservience. How...
Fiona woke up, rousing somewhat reluctantly from a deep, restoring slumber. She stretched languorously, relishing the feel of the soft sheets against her naked skin. She had been having the most vivid dream, no doubt brought on as a result of last night's activities. Unfortunately, she'd woken up just as it was getting to the interesting bit. Realising her d...