This story is inspired by and modeled after a television show, Mad Men, appearing on AMC. However, nothing that happens in this story has happened on the series. Please be advised, the story is quite sexist as it describes a very sexist time, just like in the show. It's a satirical look at advertising and ads. Please note, all characters are at least eightee...
"AMY!" Amy heard Sarah's desperate cry for help from the upstairs bathroom. "What is it?" Amy yelled, concerned. No answer — only a frantic thrashing amid sudden splashes of water. Sarah's voice called out again, this time muffled and incoherent. Amy dashed up the stairs to the closed bathroom door. "What's happening?" she called. But all she could hear wa...
My love affair with my hairbrush began innocently enough. It wasn't an accident, but it was innocent. Back in my teenage years my mom insisted, no demanded, that I remain a virgin. That wasn't a real problem, because although a couple of my friends were going all the way with their boyfriends, it was a rarity. And when Jenny Ducca got pregnant, pure, chast...
They had always been great friends, Chris and Jenna, and now that they lived in the same coed dorm they got to spend even more time with each other. Nick was tall, cut, and hispanic, with dark shaggy-ish hair and black mirrorlike eyes. Jenna was short, curvy, and had lips to give Angelina Jolie a run for her money. She had hair that was long and wavy, in a b...
Chapter Six: Defecational Instructions There wasn't much room in the small stall, but Ms. Rocksand made do. Ms. Rocksand worked my panties down to my knees and guided me back to the commode upon which she made me sit. In my condition I could neither piss, nor shit, but Ms. Rocksand understood my predicament and she also had the solution. "Here! Let me fuc...
Author's Note: This story contains light BDSM overtones. Hope you enjoy! ---------- No one ever gets these things right. Yes, Mother Goose—that's me! What threw you off—the garters and stockings and black leather whip? Like I said, no one ever gets these things right. Father Goose says they've twisted all my stories around, and according to the books h...
Special thanks to Jane Marwood who helped edit the text. All characters are over 18. -------------------------------------------------- The cool porcelain tiles send shivers up through Michael's spine as he stepped into the bathroom. He was met by a feminine perfumed scent that for some reason made him feel even more vulnerable, subjugated as he was at...
It was 7 AM on his bright suburban street and he was Naked. All 7 inches of his manhood hanging out for all the suburb to see. Mrs. Jane had asked him to come like that. He had started doing some odd jobs for her, mowing, painting, pool work. Mrs. Jane, Deborah, had often made "off hand" remarks about not being embarrassed to take off his shrit if he got too...
(continued from Giant : (chapter 1)) "He hasn't finished," said one of the elders. Some close by agreed with him. "We must act, to save the girl," said another. "She will not take much more, nor should she." "What shall we do then?" "Talk to him!" said one mature elder. "He has been a good master to us this giant. He can see reason. I have lived long eno...
Fall passed in a blur of preparations and planning. The pair had dinner with Doc and Sarah often, and Sarah doted on Bella even more the more pregnant she got. Every night as they lay in bed, James would talk to her belly, telling stories about his childhood, passing on fairy tales and old myths. Anything he could think of to talk about. He told Bella he wan...