Adam folded his trousers and hung them in the wardrobe. Collecting his belongings from the bedsit where he'd been staying and transferring them to his new home had involved three round trips and occupied most of the morning. Anne had been very kind and unfailingly patient, skilfully negotiating the traffic on those journeys between Attleton Market and Woodch...
This is part confessional (my escapades so far) part aspirational (what I want from life in the future) and part explanational (why I think what I want works). Part One – Confessional I guess my first cuckolding experience came about when I was 17 or 18. I was out on a Saturday night and hooked up with a girl. Tall, thin, elegant, very well dressed. She ge...
Seduced by my auntie Rita and uncle Peter I was 18 and started work as an apprentice. I lived in Kent and worked in London. Auntie Rita and uncle Peter lived in South London. They were keen 10 pin bowlers and asked if I wanted to join one evening which I quickly agreed to. After we had finished it was late and my parents agreed that it would be a good idea...
I know it will be black when it's born, there can be no doubt. For the last year, Michael, our lodger, has been much closer to my wife than I have. And when I say close, I mean close. Mona won't let me anywhere near her since he moved into our spare room. Although his tenure in that room didn't last very long at all. It seemed like a good idea at the time....
After I graduated from university I'd been pretty lucky, having walked into a very well paid job within a matter of months. However, the one thing that I wasn't prepared for were the property prices in London, which made it impossible to get a mortgage on somewhere decent. Needing to find a place before I took up my new job, I was faced with a couple of opti...
It was the late fifties and an unwise business venture had left Paul's widowed mother short of cash. Her solution was to take in a paying guest - a lodger – a young women who was alone in the world and on whom Paul soon came to focus his confused late-adolescent desires. Her name was Rachel. She was about twenty-four at this time and although plain looking,...
Having split up with my girlfriend about six months before, I was getting a little bored of living on my own. I'm a 29 year old guy living in South London and I thought it would be a good idea to get a lodger. I had a spare room that was empty, the company would be good and the extra money would come in handy. I put an ad in the local newspaper and within a...
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It was late, and Josh was bored with his late night graveyard shifts. He had taken this job a few months ago, thinking how easy it would be to work graveyards at a motel. It freed up his daytime, and the nights would be so slow that he could focus on some writing. Tonight was definitely slow, but he had writer's block and a semi-hard cock. He decided to brow...
This story is a fantasy. sadly, it has never happened..yet! it is my first work, so all feedback would be appreciated, especially from interested Mistresses! Mistress had made me create Her a 'dungeon' in the attic, as I have no basement. It was fully equipped with a wardrobe for Mistresses costumes, a chest of draws for Her whips, canes, vibrators, and so...