My younger maid has me all to herself for her fun and enjoyment -- Tarek I would like to thank Ms. AT Khan for discussing some scene ideas with me. - Tarek ***** It was 10.20 pm, Monday night. I was seated at the main dining table downstairs, studying. For some reason, I wasn't in my room, but felt it would be easier to study at the big table with book...
Hey sexies! A big shout out to all of you who've been sticking it through to chapter ten. Thank you so much for your comments and votes; I've appreciated them beyond anything you can imagine. I hope you'll continue to support BTB as it builds up to the all-important climax. (LOL. Don't you just love puns?) Anywho, I just wanted to let ya'll know that the...
Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 Monday, December 14th, 1931 James Ewart's home El Segundo, California Eliza served breakfast and settled into her chair at the other end of the table next to the high chair that mysteriously appeared sometime during the night. It was well-used but well-loved. Someone's child... Bethany Rose sat nex...
Amanda and Adam returned to Selby Bluff in mid-July for the cotton harvesting. That entailed very early starts at daybreak, long days and late finishes at dark; a work pattern that neither were at all used to. The crop was satisfactory in overall volume, but the yield per acre was low, the lowest it had ever been. Most plantation owners attributed this to th...
Our Kinky Money Lender Takes My Wife! I was in deep trouble. I had taken huge loans from Jaichand, a shrewd money lender in Indore. Jaichand was an old man, but reputed to be extremely crooked and violent. I had not been able to repay him back, despite being warned a lot of times by him. Now he had sent a message that he was coming to meet me in the office...
The idea for this story came up recently when I attended a theatre opening. It has lots of my favourite fetish themes in it including bodily functions and discipline, so if that is in any way offensive to you please look elsewhere. All characters are over 18. ***** She was late, but not yet very late. It was only just gone ten past and we'd been due to me...
It was dark; there was a deep blue haze that infused the room, a foggy atmosphere surrounded me with the ghostly pallor streaming in through the window. It was like a blue moon thrusting its rays through the cloudy haze all around. I lay on a bed of satin sheets and pillows and rags, long lengths of fabric strewn across the surface. The only sound was a rasp...
By the end of December 2013, I had already been two years away from India, having (temporarily) relocated to Hanoi, Vietnam in 2011. As head of the Asia-Pacific region for a French international engineering conglomerate, I had set up regional headquarters in New Delhi. However, because of an unexpected resignation of my GM in Hanoi, I had moved there to ensu...
A massive thanks to Nora Fares for being my very first editor ever (after all these years I finally bit the bullet team) and to the great Randi Black for another inspired event. Here it is then. It was a very dull overcast day in the History Department of the large West Country University, and post-graduate student Holly Cogdale picked up her one-hundred-a...
The following story has been edited from the original in order to comply with this website's guidelines. Note that only Part 1 has been edited. Please contact the author if you have any questions. *** CHAPTER 1 *** I was eight years old when my parents died. They had come to America just before I was born, eking out a living as hired farm hands in Califo...