Since my two editors didn't know who Petruchio was, I figured there would others similarly situated. He is the guy who marries Katherine in Shakespeare's The Taming Of The Shrew. He attempts to tame her by killing her with kindness. There is NO SEX in this story, which is part of their problem. I had not been married before, so never in my wildest imaginati...
I understand this is a long lead in to a story, but the following chapters will be worth it I think and this is necessary to set up the story properly. Bear with me. I had been a BDSM Master all my adult life and mysti was the best little slave slut I had ever had. There quite literally wasn't anything she hadn't professed into wanting to try. At 4'11" and...
They were maybe 2 miles into their adventure through the woods behind the cabin where they were staying at. It was the "honeymoon cabin" that lay a few acres separate from the rest of the campground down the road, but they weren't there for any special reason...only to get away from their everyday stresses and routine life. "We've gotta be halfway by now ri...
"Just another lousy night," Riley muttered as she walked out into the night, leaving the whine and scream of the rock bar where she waitressed behind her. Lately it seemed that the tips were getting smaller and the numbers of hands groping her nightly were getting bigger. At first it was fun, dressing up in 80's grunge, going to work, getting a little slap a...
For the next two days, I spent much of my time getting acclimated with the Minty Urbach PSG-1 sniper rifle I'd be using during the assault. Sighting through the Leupold Mark 4 scope, I couldn't miss targets a half mile away. Of course, the targets weren't moving around or shooting back. At Tampico, all hell would break loose as soon as I fired the first shot...
"But sweetie, there are people on the beach," Katie said to her husband, Pat as he tried to get her to take the top of her bathing suit down and let her breasts soak up some sun. "I know there are Katie, but it is a clothing optional beach," Pat said to her as he untied the neck string on her one-piece bathing suit. "How did you manage to find a clothing o...
Here is another story told to me that I thought was worth writing up. Why is it when friends find out you like to write and they read what you've written, that they seem obligated to give you things to write about? Well on a brighter note. This story was told to me by the same friend who was the inspiration behind 'Nymphette', which some of you liked....
sequel to "What's my name?" It was a whole week before we formally met Jennifer and her husband Dave. We were invited to a neighborhood beer and bar-b-q party. We met a number of neighbors, in addition to Dave and Jennifer, and had a great time. At one point Dave pulled me aside to thank us for spicing up his love life. Evidently, Jennifer was pretty turn...
Detective Inspector Sheila Maher and Detective Sergeant John Connolly swoop into the holding cell, stern-faced and determined to get my signed confession. They think I murdered Jack Behan and his wife Jinny, at their luxury apartment in one of Glasgow's most exclusive residential areas. The crime took place two days ago and I was picked up in the early hours...
My favourite moments of the day are during my forty-five minute commute between work and home. They're the only times of the day that I let my mind go where I don't dare all the other hours. There I stroke her hair and make her tremble with kisses. I have whole conversations there. Sometimes I dare to tell her. Depending on the weather, how my customers talk...