This is another part of my continuing journey to submission. This is a standalone story but I suggest you read the other parts to understand the people and how we got to this point of the journey. There is piss play in this story. ***** There I was. I was naked and tied down on my back to a narrow padded bench in Berlin. My knees were spread on both sides...
Disclaimer: The following is all fictional (probably) and shouldn't be taken as an account of real events (possibly). Monica Seles couldn't believe it. She was at the top of her game since the stabbing in Germany and had been beating Stefi Graf in this match until the German had somehow managed to up her own game remarkably. Monica was one of the players...
"Do you remember that day we had at the seaside last August?" asked Janet, suddenly. I looked down at her, my small dark-haired wife of ten years. Her hair was spread over the pillow and her nightdress was up around her shoulders, for the very good reason that, until she had spoken, my mouth had been exploring the thick, erect nipple of her full, firm left...
The four guys walked through the lounge past Judy and I, on their way out. They looked slightly embarrassed, and avoided eye contact before shutting the front door behind them. "Are you ok Katie?" i called out. For a moment there came no reply, and both of us got to our feet from the armchairs. "Katie, Katie?" And then as we got to the half open bedroom d...
This is the third chapter in a series. I expect the series to conclude with the next chapter. While I hope that this story can stand on its own, it will make a lot more sense if you have read my previous stories "The Performance" and "The Performance CH 02." This story draws on some real experiences but is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real perso...
Long ere I spied the weathered signpost pointing the path to Taylorsville, I had felt that something was amiss. My aged bones were huddled against the freezing rain, and Old Dolly must have ambled down a wrong road somewhere past Statesboro. With my eyes tucked underneath the felt brim, I hadn't noticed. Night had fallen hours ago, and I could venture no gu...
For the next few days, the Army stayed at Crown Point, planning, gathering supplies, and getting for the move against Ticonderoga. It sat while the precious days of good summer weather slipped away. Unlike the days wasted at Montreal and on the Richelieu, the wait didn't not upset Major Jeffrey Tremaine. He found himself completing the work assigned to him b...
The first thing you should know is that my English isn't that good. It's much better now, after a long arduous period of reading the same old "English for Dummies" book I found in one of the rooms inside a waste basket but, back then, I could barely make myself understood when I was forced to actually speak with the tourists and couldn't just nod my way thro...
My husband was engaged to a German girl who lived in a suburb of Frankfurt in the early seventies. While sorting through some of his old photos I came across over a hundred photos of Inge. I was astounded at how beautiful she was and how much they seemed in love in many of the photos. When I asked Tom about why they never got married he told me the following...
I had been frustrated while in college. In order to avoid the draft, I was enrolled in ROTC. Unfortunately, the unit was a Military Police unit and I wanted to be a doctor. My grandfather was a physician but my dad, his son, was in Insurance. He had his own independent agency and was doing very well financially. I wanted nothing to do with insurance or busin...