WARNING TO NEW READERS TO THE SERIES - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically. Whilst this is a stand-alone story some readers may recognise some of the characters from my...
A woman's bad boy marriage can lead to bad men "Honey, you need to drop those berries on top of the cakes before you flip them rather than stir them in the mix. It will make for a better plate when those ornery customers bite into them plus they cook better that way." If anybody knew what she was talking about in this little diner it was Carole, an always...
Today was the Third and last day of our stay in Matheran. Shalini had grown bold and was pushing me to try something different and more daring. She wanted to create memories that would ignite the spark between us every time we took a memory trip down to Matheran. However, by now I was running out of ideas. Then suddenly, something struck my mind. Yesterday,...
I'd had a rotten three months, my job was going nowhere and the lease on my flat had come to an end causing me to spend after work hours trailing round dingy flats with greedy landlord. To top it all there was no man in my life and I hadn't had sex in months and no matter how much I played with myself it just wasn't the same. So, when the call came from my s...
Her reception at her father's house had been less than welcoming. Her father's anger at her past sins still burned in his eyes. Everything about Travor de Witte revealed the hatred and disgust he still possessed toward his two children for their indiscretions. As a child, Cayden had been his princess and as a youth his prodigy, but now, she was his disgrace....
Dear Reader, This tale is a pure work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Fortunately, the events depicted are highly implausible so please do not overthink the story as you read it. Finally, the tale was whispered to me by a woman who thrives from the humiliation that these fantasies make her feel. The sole purpose of the story is to fill her need to...
Devonny stepped onto the doorstep, paused, and considered that this was the most impressive doorstep she had ever stood upon. She raised he hand to the gilded golden doorknocker only to draw her and back in apprehension. She self-consciously smoothed her freshly laundered skirts. She adjusted her bonnet and tucked a stray dark curl inside. She reached for th...
CHAPTER ONE A Rush to Sexuality It was only the second day of class and already Janine knew that this course would be a snap. She had already caught the teacher, Mr. Cerno, staring at her chest on three different occasions and when she had left the classroom yesterday he had responded quite nicely to the smile she had thrown him. She'd probably be able to...
"Chocolate Truffle" Poor Sebastian had to sit on a wicker sofa in the lavished basement as Kelly washed his pants in her washer. The basement was painted light blue with slate tiles with a few beach themed carpets. She felt like she was in a tropical hotel doing a man's laundry. She chuckled at that. She was only helping him since she made the mess. After c...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. The Touch Pt. 23 Successes and Surprises Suddenly it was Easter and the gala re-opening of the garden centre was upon us. Although it was a Bank Holiday and the garden centre was closed to the public eve...