Her eyes slowly opened and looked at the clock next to her bed in her large, spacious, bedroom. It was 7:30 in the morning pretty early by her standards. Sela Ward heard the shower running in her bathroom as she stretched her long, slender body under the white sheets of her bed. The shower stopped running and her husband Howard stepped out of the shower with...
Bailey surveyed the landscape he had tended for some 37 years. He had wandered into the Henderson Estate, a seventeen year old black kid going nowhere in particular, and asked for a job. Mr. Henderson put him to work with old Rawlings, the gardener, and the rest, as they say, is history. When Rawlings retired, Bailey just carried on by himself. He discovere...
In part 1 Carol has a worship session with her slave, but unbeknown to him she is awaiting the arrival of her former lover, her gardener at her old house before she moved overseas. But now she was back and having expanded her horizons she was determined to expand them sexually. She had had plenty of lovers in her time, all through her marriage, including one...
This story is an allegory of a real life relationship that developed in my life. It helped me cope with disappointment, and to perhaps be better able to accept the reality that had crashed upon my infatuated fantasy. I cope with the friendship better now, having decided that staying a part of her life is better than nothing, yet there are times when the attr...
My name is Linda Blain. I am an established fashion designer in my mid forties. Alistair, my late husband, was a psychologist .he'd developed a very successful private practice. We lived in a charming Devon country home by the river Fen near Fenley in the early eighties, a beautiful unspoilt typically English village situated just three miles away from our h...
When Ellen saw the call was from her son, her heart sank. She just knew it was a request to go visit one of his college buddies instead of coming home. She tried to hide her disappointment, "Hello Matt, how come you're calling instead of walking in my front door?" His answer turned her dread into anticipation and even more. Matt didn't want to go somewhere...
This is a tale of a chance encounter along the long tow-path that trails below the garden gates found between Runnymede and Windsor. I guess, if you wanted, you could wander all the way from London to Reading on that path? Not my idea of fun though, as I'd waste an otherwise perfectly good pair of heels, but I reckon it's doable. My friend Connie lived abou...
Author's note: I would like to welcome you to this little corner of my mind. It currently is occupied by the characters in this story and they are constantly on my ass to get this story written. Currently some 250,000 words are penned with an unknown amount remaining. I know I should know how much more there is to write, but honestly I have no idea. They wo...
I heard the familiar "whoosh" sound, telling me that someone was sending me a message. I figured at this hour, it would be Alex. And it was. We greeted each other and I told him I was super horny because I'd been watching some videos. I found quite a few of them from one guy in particular. He was obviously into other guys. Most of them were similar with hi...
There is no sex, it is a soppy romantic fairy story for adults wanting to warm the cockles of their heart. ***** Now Prince Arrik peered out of the Palace tower window, his breath misting the thin plate glass. As far as the eye could see, and he could see a long way over the flat terrain from this high up, the ground lay white in a thick layer of freshly-...