I was encouraged to dance from an early age. My father was a British Champion and hailed from the North West of England, competing frequently in the World famous Winter Gardens in Blackpool. When he met my mother his dancing career stopped and he opened up his own dance studio. This included training me. This didn't bother me, as dancing was all I knew. Appa...
These are true stories, with the names changed. I wrote a few months ago about a surprise I had when I went to a woman's apartment for a massage. It was entitled "Search for a Great Prostate Massage". You can read that first, if you want, I think the title of this story may be a spoiler alert... I was let in to her apartment and she was decked out in a ver...
Being invited to the Russian Ambassador's reception really wasn't my idea of fun. I hated these social gatherings full of pompous boring people. I found me a spot to sit near the window on the third floor of the hall the reception was being held in. The chair was rich plush red velvet. I wore an ivory colored formal dress decorated in tiny pearls, it was tig...
Now that I've had time to think, I put my finger on precisely why I like K so much. It's because she maintains her connection to me even while being mercurial and matter-of-fact. I've had capricious Tops before, and it can be disastrous. They decide they want to do one thing, something else crosses their minds and the change in direction is too abrupt and ev...
Jenny had warned Bob the day before, "Don't get your hopes up about this Mia girl, just because you can't pigeonhole her. You've hired some great ones before, but they're never our savior. She won't be either." "I know, I know," Bob had admitted. "I wouldn't count on a girl like that to be into Nude Day either, you know," Jenny had further warned, with th...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
She came to the bar a lot, usually alone. She was post college aged, dark hair, dark eyes, very good posture, she radiated awkwardness. She had a sort of uniform, tight high waisted black jeans, cropped blouses which were often striped, and a black beret. The bar was called Harry's. I came to there to people watch. It was a little Lower East Side place, no...
Hi everyone! A thousand pardons for taking so long to continue this story – it's been eighty percent finished for months! I'll make sure hubby gives me a good, hard spanking for being so tardy. ;-) Jack and I sat in the empty waiting room of Dr. Fairchild's clinic, as the reception staff left for the day, wishing us a good night as they departed. I noticed...
I delayed the drafting of this chapter because I needed to balance my writing with other pursuits. I also sought the right inspiration for telling this part of the tale. Dire Warning: Overall, the tone of this chapter does not vary much from previous installments, with magic and suspense. The erotic passages contain some dickgirl sex and plenty of cum infla...
The story about Dad's spanking as a boy came out when we were visiting Grandma's farm in the summer holidays. A sister asked about an old, flat sofa. It was long, like a bed, and stood in a closed-in porch that ran along the side of the farmhouse. "Who used to sleep here, Grandma, in the old days?" my youngest sister asked. She had developed an interest in...