After a full day of touring the Queen's estate and speaking with her staff members (or, more accurately, watching as they serviced their lady with silent, adoring expressions), nighttime arrived. It was my first evening acting in the official capacity of Ambassador to this country and I was determined to make a good impression among the wider political circ...
Danetta still wasn't sure, but she held hope, and that's why she was so happy as she sat on a blanket, on grass, beside her loving husband. They watched their three children play in a park, carefully observing in case they needed to intervene. She had to be sure before she told Erdgar. He wanted another child so badly. Not only that, he often told her in s...
[The previous role-plays with Charlotte (the "bar pick-ups") are here and here. A story with another character mentioned in this story, Michelle, is here. Part 1 of this story contains the domination/sexual aspects of the game. Part 2 is a conversation between the two characters - a sort of emotional aftermath.] Prologue For a period during my sophomore a...
Fortunately his Mom had not got round to making Rodney pose at home with those little straps, the posing straps sewn by the coach's mom. Not even with that new, tiny swim brief. They seemed to have vanished into his Mom's deep bedroom cupboard, firmly off limits to her son. This was the good news: no posing for the females. But Rodney began hearing strange r...
AN: This is a work of fiction. ***** "Entshuldigung, ist dieser Platz frei?" My hands slipped from my book and it fell to the floor. I was reading a travel guide when I was interrupted by a warm, baritone voice. A young man in his early twenties was standing along the open door of the train compartment that I occupied. I didn't catch what he said since i...
"I quit!" Exclaimed Mr. Wimple as he tottered down the front steps of the Bradshaw's fashionable London townhouse. "Please Mr. Wimple, we'll double your fee." Mr. Bradshaw called out to the man's back. He spun on his heels, pushing his spectacles further up his stubby nose. "I wouldn't venture to teach that young 'lady' for all the tea in China!" Mrs. B...
[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE] [All characters and events are fictional; any similarities to actual people or events is coincidental. No harm is intended for any person or organization.] Like all great projects since antiquity, this project began in the steam room of a country club. I had been assigned...
The heat was unbearable, the sun beating down on him without cease. His linen shirt clung to his chest, slick with sweat. His arms itched under the wool of his uniform. Cannon fire boomed across the field. The ground seemed to thunder as dust rose in plumes and sprays of rock and sand. His body was frozen in fear. He could not move or cry out. Only his heart...
This story follows Rodney's Nude Humiliation Cpt 14 and Days of the Raj. If you like CFNM I am sure it will appeal to you. ***** In the warming sun of a mid-Western summer, in a grove of Mrs Reilly's garden framed by trellises and rose shrubs, the well-dressed ladies milled about. It was one of the finest gardens in the mid-West and the ladies presented a...
Part Fourteen: A Traitor of Two Nations Interlude Yavara sat upon a black throne. She closed her eyes and savored the discordant symphony of wails and moans, the drone punctuated by the clanking of chains and the cracking of whips. Exhaling contentedly, she opened her eyes. Below her laid a spectacle of depravity, churning masses of flesh oscillating to so...