Gray was dressed and was allowed the luxury of a pad to kneel on, lest he should soil the white outfit chosen for him by his Mistress that morning. It was already to be an eventful day for him; he would witness the delivery of the hooded houseboy, formerly known as Minter, to the widow of a rough gentleman of that name who had officially taken his own life,...
Chapter 7: Public Exhibition For Debbie A few short stories I put together here. They could have become full fledge chapters but I decided otherwise. As Abbie had expected it, Debbie and her daughters were given a six weeks sick leave to recover from the abuse they had suffered in Archie and Carol's clutches. Debbie's daughters were young and the superfici...
"Morning, Sunshine," my too chipper cube mate greeted me in the morning. "Hi there. What's up this fine morning?" I asked. I figured we were still playing by the 'what happens at stays at home' rules. You see, I discovered my neighbor Danni, who had an exhibitionist streak a mile wide, was my new coworker. So, while we might hang out naked and talk about s...
When they got back into the bedroom Dan was awake, and looking around him with confused, half-open eyes. He brightened considerably the moment he saw them. "Hey there, sleepy," Tina waved at him. "You all rested now?" Her eyes wandered down his body, and she gave a little nod. "Yep, I can see you are." "Well I didn't sleep much, but..." He rolled over onto...
For some unknown reason the gym bug bit me. I don't know what it was. It certainly wasn't the numerous images of fitness models that covered the walls of my gym. While I never had the body of a supermodel, I was one of those lucky girls that gained fat in the "right places". Still I enjoyed the changes that took place in my body and the fact that I could b...
This is the third part of the story. All characters are well over 18. This part has some fetish content...if that offends please find something more to your taste... jB ***** Chapter 1 After I'd cleaned up the bathroom, following my accident, I settled down on the couch with some tea and opened the padded envelope. Inside were two sheets of paper in Mar...
Even in my sleeping furs, the morning bit hard. The cold slithered through my clothes, biting at my skin, hardening my joints. It was time to move. All the cloth and hide in the world, I knew, made no substitute for warm blood. I sat up, wringing my mitten-clad hands to warm them. My legs shook as I stood. Taking up my fishing spear, I used it to nose open...
"Now let me think...which way is the hotel again?" I ducked away from the play slap I was sure was coming only to get surprised enough to almost let out a most unmanly squeal as you goosed me instead. Giggling like a naughty minx, you scooted away from me holding your hands out backing away as I stalked you, when I sprinted at you, you bolted, but not soon...
Paul had just finished refurbishing the fourth of his flats. He had retired from the British Army last year just after his wife had died. With his pension and his rental income, he could live well. His mobile rang, it was his old Commanding Officer, Colonel George Portland. Paul said, "Good evening sir, what a wonderful surprise. How are you?" George replie...
Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, Banshee Queen of the Forsaken and newly appointed warchief of the Horde watched with listless eyes as a congregation of trolls exited her personal quarters behind the throne room. They had come to discuss the late warchief Vol'jin, and the matter of future Darkspear leadership. It was an important matter that she had vowed to take c...