That night, when Alf came home from work, Fanchon had a quizzical smile on her face. "Did you have a good day, dear?" she asked as he took off his jacket. She knew he was a little irritable because he had to take the bus home—Fanchon commandeered his car during the day... Ah but he wouldn't complain. Fanchon kissed Alfred deeply, running her tongue in a...
"Why are we here?" I asked curiously. The place was truly disgusting. Gretchen smiled at me. "Well, you know Adonis-Lloyd wanted some rock, and so we came here after the club...you were out of it, honey." I went into the bathroom briefly, and the toilet was backed up and the tub was filled with excess feces...because no one had called a plumber! When I ca...
Dear Shoeblossom, How did I become a bald slave-pig to my husband and his waitress girlfriend? I'm an intelligent Institutional Equity Sales Representative having worked at subsidiaries of AT&T, Disney, Rainbow Media Corporation and Liberty Media Corporation. I speak five languages and am a marathon runner. I work out every day and am considered beautiful...
"I'm not even sure why I'm here." Reba said, trying to smile. In her early forties, Reba had curly dark hair and was somewhat curvaceous, but the sort that dressed sensibly to avoid the censure of her peers. Chianti had met Reba when they'd been taking an Italian cooking course together at Mallard Creek Community College, just across Buttermilk Bridge. It...
Styles. who'd gone by surname only since her Army days, smiled as she looked at her unfortunate husband, the ex-playboy Busby Letourneau. Busby moved uncomfortably on the hard kitchen stool. The seat was so small and of course his hands were tied behind his back, and it was a delicate balance. Styles stroked her husband's engorged cock and grinned, her ton...
Dear Shoeblossom, Some years back you got a "letter from Combermere" from Tulke and Barcelona Spinelli...it was about their femdom marriage, as so many of your letters are, and their marriage ended in 2005. Tulke moved from Combermere, across the state to Walsingham. This is an update on how Tulke is doing. He was my best friend growing up, and now he is m...
Congressman Roger Malvern exited the Ethics Committee meeting and walked to where his office was. It had now been three days since Simone had put that damned thing on Roger's cock! Sheila had taken it pretty well when he'd shown it to her at home. Curious, really. "You like having this thing on your dick, honey?" Sheila had asked as she'd lifted the...
Nibs wearily tried to stay polite with the touron on the phone. Nibs, since childhood had referred to most of the tourists who came to the Colfax Inn as combinations of "tourists" and "morons", thus "tourons. "That's right sir...We are near Lake Colfax. My family has owned the Colfax Inn since the seventeen hundreds...No, that's the Buttermilk River. Yes,...
Dear Shoeblossom, When I was in graduate school, I rented a room from a woman who was a retired dominatrix--Miss Elspeth. When Miss Elspeth discovered that I was a devotee of BDSM sites, she immediately took over my life. I left her care after getting my degree, but recently moved back to New York State and moved back in with her...I am a true submissive, t...
"This is so good, Cope" said Nora Price to F.X. Copeland, the Craftsman of the PainCafe's Dungeonopolis Gift Shop. "I've heard such good things about the FunSack from my friends Celestine and Francie." "It's such a success here in town." Cope grinned as he dropped the small envelope of crickets and red ants into the wire Trouble FunSack. "Yeah. Their hu...