To be quite adamant I'd had it up to here with George, my ex who did my head in. He'd lost all feeling for me, romantic or otherwise and the 'otherwise' was like doing it by numbers, absolutely no fun at all. I was thinking; "why am I doing this if it is doing nothing for me anymore?" The only one who was getting his fill was George with a quick in and out j...
Her name was Anouschka. I was looking for a shorter checkout queue at a supermarket in a poorish neighborhood and instead chose her queue over the others on the strength of her appearance from behind. She was about 5'8", long curly dark hair one third of the way down her back with an athletic body apparent through her tight fitting jeans. She was cool. She m...
Chapter 2 - Little Bird Sings Pudenda Minks looked down at the young woman tied to the chair in the center of the room. Naked and trembling, just the way she liked them. A lamp hanging low from the ceiling threw a merciless light that made the sweat on the captive's forehead glisten and her red curly hair glow with an almost bloody hue. Bloody but not brok...
Note: Chapter One does not have any sexual situations. It's there for plot building. Yes, there's a story in this one. * I had awoken in some strange predicaments before — the Vegas incident being the first to come to mind. Hotel security had found me reeking of booze, asleep in a wheel chair wearing only a stripper's bra atop my head and a diaper to hide...
Readers, please note that this is a multi-volume and multi-chapter story. It is best when read from the beginning "The Lady Executive, Chapter 1". * When we pulled in the driveway, I noticed the clock in my car. It was 11:45. I turned the ignition off and got out of the car. It was a cloudy night and very dark out. The dark night made me thankful for the e...
Several weeks had passed since my next-door neighbor, the matronly and very religious Mrs. Packer had discovered me masturbating and, quoting much scriptural chapter and verse, provided what she called 'an appropriate vessel' to receive my seed. Her parting suggestion that the next time I needed to spill my seed I look for an 'appropriate vessel' was much on...
It was 1956, and Bethany was only sixteen growing up in the small town of Bakersfield, Iowa. It was an idyllic time to be a teenager, in an idyllic small Midwestern town. Bethany had always believed that she was blessed to have been born into such a time and place to what, after a time of trial, would become such a wonderful family. She was born a year befor...
"Package for you, Harper" Ted stood up in his cubicle, but Brian just waved one muscular arm towards the reception area and walked off. The salesmen weren't very pally with him or the other accountants--sales guys were all jock types, funny and charming, and they didn't have a lot of energy for the numbers-crunchers. When they weren't selling insurance, th...
I had been planning on ending this at thirteen, you know just say she died in childbirth or something. Except I couldn't do that, so many were saying that I had to keep going on this. In fact one of those is right... OH MY GOD, LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU. So I didn't get you to look, at least that is the lie that I will believe, and likely best to never admit to l...
I'm still unpacking when there's a soft tap at my door. The girl who introduces herself as Gretchen, my Residential Advisor, has blond ringlets, pale blue eyes, and a willowy frame that accentuates coltish legs that go on forever. Even in her Pine Creek Academy polo shirt and plaid skirt, Gretchen is achingly beautiful. We're both new post-grad students,...