Ian and Josh's families had been next door neighbors from the time both boys had been born. And for as long as both boys could remember, their families had been close friends, often vacationing together in the summer, or taking ski trips together in the winter. The boys had played on the same sports teams, gone to the same schools, and shared many close ex...
Author's note: I have always wanted to write a true revenge fantasy, where a man takes forceful action against a person that's wronged him. The civilized world, of course, frowns on such action, but there is an elemental part of everyone that often likes to see scores settled in such a decisive way. I think I have found a vehicle for my little revenge fanta...
Chapter 1 The water was a sickly green color from the rotting vegetation and the bed was soft mush. Paul Zwylliger tried not to put too much pressure on his feet, tried to simply hang by his wrists, which were tied to the bamboo bars at the top of his river cage. Ernie had tried to stand, had tried to lift the river cage; there was no bottom to the bamboo...
CHAPTER 1 In the relative stillness of mid-morning, with most people gone to work, or school or to the mall, Freddie Lusk scratched greying hair on his chest, hitched up his briefs and went to the laundry window to peer out between the curtains, having heard voices. He knew what it would be, yet another couple looking at the unsold house next-door. Yes, i...
I write for a living. I don't have any great pretensions to be famous, I know my place in literature and it's not near the top of the tree. I write spanking stories for magazines like Paddles, Blush, Cane and Red Cheeks. Not exactly mind bending stuff but I enjoy spanking and I enjoy writing about spanking. I'm happy doing what I'm doing. I live by the sea...
Author's note: I receive many requests via e-mail from readers asking that I write about different topics. Many of them supply a theme or at the minimum a suggestion for the story line. I have decided to honor those requests under the title, "Honoring Reader Requests," rather than have the reader have to search for his of her story favorite. Each chapter wil...
Note: As some of my readers know, every now and then I have to empty the crap I've been thinking about out of my head. This is one of those stories. I do thank Mistress Lynn for taking the time to edit it and make it a much better read. DG **** I'm just an every day Joe. In fact, my name is Joe, Joe Walters. I'm not a great looking athlete, or a rich busi...
Author's note: This is about a first-time swinging experience that occurred a few years ago. My husband and I carefully considered our decision to involve others in our bedroom fun, and the resulting eroticism and pleasure of our swapping spouses was a positive, life-altering event. The story is lengthy, and it fully describes our thought process, the partne...
"Your majesty, I must speak to you about your meeting today!" cried out the familiar sound of Sir Edcott from around the dividing screen. Queen Gwenverre didn't need to see him to imagine the look of consternation on the thin, mustachioed man's face. "Sir Edcott, we are still being dressed," Queen Gwenverre said from her seat in front of the triple mirror....
At forty-two years of age, Jackie Anderson was an attractive looking brunette that looked more like a woman in her early thirties. She still wore her hair long, usually in a ponytail that helped to make her look younger as well, which probably helped to contribute to her being mistaken for a much younger woman. She worked out, though not as often as she woul...