Saturday 10th & Sunday 11th October 1998 Portsmouth Museum Over the weekend I spend the Saturday carefully opening the crates that have been delivered and unpack the contents. The larger items which are not the subject of my interest I move to a storage room. The various papyrus scrolls and the smaller items I lay out on several tables I clear in the recor...
This is a continuation of the Unconventional Therapy world with Ashley and Alex. While it would be a benefit to have read the previous story I'm trying to make it not a requirement. This story will be different from how the previous story went with different themes and more expansion into the world of magic itself. ***** Ashley danced her way over to an at...
Kasumi Bollani and her family have been under attack by various gangs and were threatened to be recruited or be target practice/ have their way with their daughter while the family watched. Multiple times, they threatened and multiple times the family declined. One day after shopping at the town market for much-needed supplies to grow crops for the mother's...
Monday 12th October 1998, Portsmouth Museum I feel very nervous suddenly as a man approaches me. He is wearing a check sports jacket, a black shirt and blue denim jeans. I breathe a sigh of relief as he welcomes me. I stand awkwardly clutching my folders and notebook to my chest. "Hi Michelle. Thanks for arriving so promptly. We can make a start down here....
The following is one of a series of stories and essays I wrote called "The Hot Wife Sagas". These writings provide me with a way of sharing my thoughts, ideas, experiences and fantasies about the swinger and hot wife life style which I enjoy reading about and exploring whenever I can. I hope you enjoy my writings. I have read so many posts and entries tha...
The slave had been ordered, by his owner, to book a sumptuous hotel room. The chosen location was private, remote and most respectable. The slave felt the twinges of anticipation at being able to feel the overwhelming presence and power of her once more. As early in the day as was permissible by the hotel booking the slave entered the suite and breathed a si...
Elizabeth was only about an hour away from closing up shop for the night. It was Friday, and she was tired, and ready to go home for the weekend. Luckily, her store had quieted down for the evening, as she made most of her sales early in the day. Her main stock consisted of mystical items that seemed magical, but were no more than just unique looking trinket...
((As my maiden voyage into writing, this was fun for the time, but practically, I consider this story abandoned. I don't plan to add any more to it. Thanks to those of you who did read it! If you are interested in adopting this story, please contact me and I'll be happy to add you as an author, at which point you can make whatever edits or changes you please...
I absolutely adore playing shopping games. I feel like that should be said at the start of an AA style meeting. Hi, I'm Lotus, people call the the Fetish Goddess, and I have a cash kink. Money and shopping are fun. Taking it from someone turns me on. Manipulating men into shopping for me turns me on. Men convincing themselves that they need to give me all th...
CHAPTER 1 A COUNTRY BOY WILL SURVIVE BY SW MO HERMIT Lawrence Saunders opened his eyes but had yet to see anything when the pain hit. It was excruciating and he moaned while he tried to curl up in a tight ball. He felt hands pushing on his shoulders and heard a voice say, "Stop. Don't move or you'll tear out the stitches." His eyes began registering his...