Saturday afternoon of a bank holiday weekend. The house is in a turmoil. My wife's in the kitchen, cooking. I'm scurrying around the house tidying up. "Should I bring the Toy Box downstairs?" I called down. "Stick it in the cupboard in the front room. If anything happens, that'll be where it starts," came the reply. Reaching under the bed I dragged out th...
At the age of nineteen, wanderlust had driven Aaron to pack a rucksack and hit the byways and highways of America. He had planned on trekking through the country for a year, thinking about his future and what he would study, and seeing a few sights. He mostly travelled by hitchhiking or walking, and after two-months of roving he found himself in a small Mid-...
Disclaimer: As usual you must be over 18 (or applicable to where you are viewing this file) to read this. This story contains sexually explicit content. Do not read unless you are interested in this type of material. NOTE: This is a stand alone story but it may help to read my previous post titled "My Wifes' Massage". It would give you a bit of backgr...
Chapter Twelve Zak couldn't get a feel for Seth. It was as if he were a completely different person. Devon felt him in the enviro-level, so they had teleported there to search. God, I don't feel or hear him—Zak sent out telepathically. Dev, are you sure he's here? He's here. His memories have regressed along with his age—Devon answered. What does that me...
Writer's note - this is the fifth in what is intended to be a series of short stories about April - a petite, attractive, mature, married, redhead. Each story will stand in isolation though the length and depth are likely to develop with each new story so it might be best to start at the first story and work your way though. This story takes April to Paris...
It was early afternoon when we pulled up at the mall. Mistress Luna had me drape myself sluttily over her car while she took some photos for my Instagram. I was still dressed as a sissy bimbo doll, having been styled by Crystal, a much more experienced sissy in servitude to another dominant, Goddess Furia. Mistress had given me a lollipop to wrap my glos...
Shifting her heavy backpack, Tara knocked on the door of the little house, irritated at having to be here. Her roommate was stuck in California, self-isolating with her parents until the damn pandemic ran its course. But she'd left her boyfriend's laptop in the dorm. Classes were cancelled and those students who had somewhere to go other than the dorms were...
"Bless me, Mother. I have sinned." The confessional booth bench was cold and hard. Each ridge of wood grated on my bare shoulders on the black slab. Our I adjusted my cream laced dress and pulled up on my nude stockings-- it was a futile effort to get comfortable. I assume they do this on purpose. "It's been over a month since my last confession." "Go ahead...
She was greeted at the door by Alfred, who invited her in with a knowing smile. "How nice to see you again, Ms. Kenner." "Thank you, Alfred. Is he busy?" "Not that I know of, Ms. Kenner." He took her coat and gestured at the sofa nearby. "He's in the study, but I'll be sure to let him know that you're here. Please, have a seat." As he walked away, Gwyneth...
Here it is... the penultimate chapter. I wrote this one and the next/final one together, but due to mammothocity, broke it into two. As always, thanks to my editor, AnInsatiableReader, for helping me clean it up. When I send it to her, it looks nothing like the finished product you're about to read. Also thanks to samuraisan, who gave this and the next chapt...