Mrs Reilly's Victorian-era house was considered one of the finest in Brewer: made of Kasota, the premier building stone of Minnesota, it featured colonial revival lines with an off-centre tower and Tudor arches. The attendance at the widow's afternoon tea was big, fully 30 or so ladies, all divorced or widowed Moms. And all so very well-dressed, in their w...
Friends, I am thankful for all the online and private comments of criticism, ridicule and appreciations. Second parts of my three stories remain incomplete for long, but this one has happened suddenly. Most of it is real with editing of some parts, which did not take the story ahead-were deleted for other reasons as well. The additions were necessary to bri...
Many thanks to techsan for editing this story. It is suggested you read the two previous chapters before reading this chapter. * As you remember from Chapter 2, my wife Emma left me on a Saturday evening to go to what she thought was an innocent dinner with Rolf Ericsson and his friends at the Old Colonel's Mansion. After the dinner she would be introduc...
To Readers: Feel free to add a chapter if you want, I don't really deny anything from being published. The more content there is means the more readers there are and ideas that can be formed into new story chapters or entire arcs. And if you ask me, the more Jamie gets fucked over and fucked in general, the better. So enjoy and thank you for reading, now bac...
Chapter 1. Sanctuary He hunched his shoulders and pulled his collar up against the cold wind as he stepped out of the tube station and into the suburban street. He walked down the street of row houses in what used to be an industrial neighbourhood. Before all the factories shut down and the concerns moved to Taiwan or Korea the street would have been full o...
I woke up in a daze and found myself in my school's nurse's office. The last thing I remember was feeling dizzy in the middle of class and then it was just a blur. "Ah, you're finally up. That's good." The elderly nurse, Mrs. Johnson said with the bedside manner of a crocodile, or just an old lady tired of kids faking sick to get out of tests reall...
After getting screamed at for leaving the toilet seat up your energy is at an all time low, you've just been getting abuse from everyone in the house just for your existence and you can't really take it anymore. You dont know when having to work from home will end but it has been weeks already and there is no end in sight. Frustrated you start browsing the w...
Brewer's teenage boys were getting caught in the nude. More and more. It was happening again and again. They were being exposed stark naked, bare as boards, in their birthday suits...in front of stern disapproving mature ladies...or wickedly curious girls their own age. And they were getting to know the shivery, helpless, panicky feeling on being caught nu...
Here I was, asked to pick a day when I had to stay naked thru out the day. Being the person who usually dominated my husband Vivek, I was now being dominated by him. Since there was no way I could get away from this, I decided to pick a day. We had a maid servant, Suja, who came in every day from 8 AM to 1 PM. If I was to remain naked, I had to give her a da...
It was almost midnight and my husband had not returned home. He would usually call with some excuse about working late but tonight he did not even bother with that pretence. I felt trapped in this loveless marriage as I looked over my son who was asleep in his bed. I walked back to my bedroom and thought about how I had let myself become trapped in this re...