This is the forty-seventh and final episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous forty-six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. "Courtesan" is romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead...
Steve was sharpening his sword Excaliber; the sound of the fine whetstone gliding over it relaxed him. He could see the reflection of his eyes in the shining blade. They were no longer the innocent eyes, that he had before he had discovered the QT device. He had seen too many horrible things since then, and committed horrible things in return. His eyes wer...
Martin braked, flipped on his turn signal, and steered his car into the driveway of the house where he knew, his daughter, her fiancée, and possibly other officers, were waiting. As he turned into the driveway, the black car, which Greg Atkinson had confirmed was registered to Mark Lewis, slowed down behind him. He drove up the long driveway and saw that th...
In the never-ending quest to dispel myths, clear up misconceptions, and, perhaps, to impart some unknown facts about each of the contenders in the battle of the sexes, it is imperative that each understand the other side. For example, women are under the misconception that men sit around the local bar and rate female customers on some supposed 1-10 scale. T...
Rolling over, looking at the clock, thinking to herself "Damn it five more minutes." Rolling back over closing her eyes, dozing back off. Muttering to herself as the phone starts to ring. Grabbing the receiver placing it to her ear. "Hello" "Hey Gorgeous, you awake yet?" "No actually Shaun I was trying to go back to sleep to finish the dream I was having...
Prologue: I was new to the city, and trying a new route home on the train during rush hour. I had already changed into "going out" clothes for the evening: a skirt, thong, and a lose tank top (so lose, my breasts can easily pop out if it's pulled low enough). I was standing in front of seated man (facing away from him), when I felt his hands slowly begin fon...
View from a window Chapter 1 Graeme glanced out of the window. "Oh," he thought, "oh!" His next-door neighbour was walking past. There was nothing odd in that. The neighbouring garden came right up to his new home's wall at that point. There was no reason why his neighbour should not walk past. It was not as if his neighbour glanced up or anything and saw...
After years of flashing her shapely body to any and every man looking her way, after years of struggling to control the urge to flash and wrestling with guilt, when she couldn't, after years of private psychotherapy and group therapy, Susan thought she was cured of her sexual disorder of flashing. Nearly raped the last time she showed herself late at night o...
In the light of the moon, the man man-beast stood at the edge of the wood and watched Cindy. Her full figured, long red hair and seductive green eyes memorized the man-beast. He crept closer to the window, looked around cautiously. She seemed to be alone this time, no sign of her human male anywhere. Cindy sighed heavily then slipped off her shoes and hung...
Once again my husband went on one of his extended business trips and left me at home alone to fend for myself. I was feeling a little lonely until I began to reminisce about the time I accidentally flashed the mailman. It made me feel really good knowing someone appreciated seeing me naked. I wanted to experience that wonderful feeling of exhibitionism again...