Angel's Education: The Epiphany, The Video, Her Emerging Fetish, And The Vice-Principal. -A Tale of Smoking, Clothed Sex, Masturbation and Facials. [An addendum to a previously published erotic story, by the author "Luthor," entitled "The Reverend's Little Angel."] A Short Story (with a long title) By George Tyerbyter—aka Mick Carlo. ****************...
As I knelt by the side of the bed, holding Mistress Arianna’s ashtray, watching her body pulsate in waves of ecstasy as she pressed a vibrator against her clit, I thought about how much my life had changed since Erin moved in with us. The first time I heard Erin’s name is when my son Matthew surprised me one night at dinner. “Dad, could Erin move in with u...
This is the continuation of the stories "The New Matilde" and "The New Matilde - 11 Months Later". 1. Friday, May 15th: It's Friday, 4.15 p.m. and I'm exhausted. Exactly as exhausted as you'd be if you just spent a week on a field trip with 23 13-year-olds in the countryside in Jutland. The last two days I was alone with them, as my colleague Anders ha...
Dear Mistress Janet, You know your pathetic slut so well. The thought of a woman smoking a cigarette while she toys with my cock is so arousing. Of course, it would be very different from the story if you were doing that to me. You would be the one in control and I would be the helpless horny slut being teased mercilessly by you and you would be the one to...
"C'mon in," the host took one look Doo and he knew she was staff. Her short red dress gave her away. No woman of class in the 1930's would wear something so short AND strapless. Only working girls, house cleaners, performers, cigarette sales girls. Gertrude, Doo, was the latter. She walked down a long carpeted hallway and took the first right as she was inst...
We know that discipline is essential to a healthy marriage, but it can be beneficial to health in other ways too. My wife has been a heavy smoker for many years. After a friend died from lung cancer she finally decided recently that she wanted to give up, but she didn't do anything about it. A few days after she had said that she was going to quit I told he...
The personal ad in the back section of the New York Review of Books caught my eye immediately: Widow seeks personal assistant. Must be well-educated, worldly-wise, well-traveled, have impeccable taste, be totally discreet, loyal, and available 24/7. Excellent salary. On-the-job training as appropriate. Send résumé to Box 7532. I had risen rapidly through t...
I walked up to the bar, sat down and ordered a beer. My wife was out of town for the weekend on business and I saw no need to rush home to an empty house. The bartender brought me my beer. I turned it up and took a large drink. I noticed that there was an ACC game on the television behind the bar. I thought to myself, Corona and a Duke Basketball game. Now,...
Chapter 19 : "Ello ello ello what's going on 'ere then?" Stephen Rendell walked through the frozen crisp leaves of Hyde Park and watched his breath illuminated by the morning sun. It was minus five. He imagined his exhale was smoke from a cigarette, and his heart fluttered again remembering her; kicking himself for not asking her for a date there and then....
I work at Mistress Andrea's house in south Florida three days a month. I first met her when I answered a classified ad in the local weekly paper. I was looking for a woman that would enjoy restraining and teasing me, and Mistress Andrea's ad seemed the most appealing. I called her, and she asked me all sorts of questions about me and my interests. I must hav...