I had just finished up my five-mile morning run, when David pulled up, a local young man who does carpentry work in my little town. Being a divorced older woman, I needed such help from time to time and he'd come recommended by others. I watched the young man get out of his truck, a handsome stud to be sure, in his early 20s with shaggy blonde hair and a le...
The story opens three years after Mario ended over Julie's knee, Mario now nearly 20 is a full time member of the armed forces and decides to come home. He neglects to inform the lovely Marta. Several years have passed since, to me the embarrassing episode regarding Julies bra. Since then I had completed my schooling and thanks to mom as Marta became, I...
I had been working as a student teacher in Japan for seven months, as part of a one-year placement for my Masters Degree in Oriental Studies. Originally stationed in Osaka, which is a busy and sprawling Metropolis, I was now based on a remote island off the coast of the Inland Sea, where I was expected to see the year out. The contrast to the city was astoni...
Dory closed the fat, blue notebook and dropped it on the kitchen table. She sat and stared across the room, her gray eyes clouded in thought. She took the silver spoon out of her coffee and sucked on the end, sliding it over her tongue, in and out of her mouth. She put the spoon down, opened the notebook flat on the table, and started reading where she had...
My wife's control over me insures that I have no secrets from her no matter how depraved my hidden desires. This is the fourth in a series in which I confess my past experiences as a panty thieving college cross dresser. I have changed some of the names, but the rest of the confessions are, sadly, true. Please read the first three installments for context....
Caroline Lindsay came home from a long day at work, tired. The short-haired, 60-year-old divorced blonde with a lean, sinewy body had just poured herself a glass of wine when the bell rang. At the door was Kevin, her best friend's 19-year-old son from down the street. "Hi, honey, come on in, what's up?" Caroline asked, ushering the strapping young man in th...
Welcome back to Calder House, the place Ladies are finished and below stair girls are whipped into service. The staff are also dealt with harshly should they step out of line by Mr. and Mrs. Broadwood who ruled the staff as well as the inmates with the strap. The only difference was the staff were whipped in private for any indiscreet actions, private bei...
I was in my final year of High School, and I knew this would be my last ever chance to try on the clothes the bullies and hard lads wore. They were rough charvas, who wore Rockport boots with their school uniforms, silver chains, and Adidas and Nike jackets. Five or six of them were in my P.E. class, which was the last lesson on a Friday. I was hyped up and...
It All Began With a Kiss... I was finally the end of summer, THANK GOD! No more sun burns, but no more bikini-clad beach girls either, shh don't tell Jen I said that. I had just gotten back from lacrosse practice, when I got a call from Jen. "WILL! My family is gone for a whole week! COME OVER NOW!" She said with an excited shriek at the end. Which almost...
Writer's note: My muse, you are truly amazing and wondrous in your thoughts and writings. This story was inspired by you and written for all to enjoy. You've become a truly special and lifetime friend. Thank you. * * * * * It had been a few years since we first started chatting on Lit., slowly growing comfortable enough with one another to actually meet...