My Boyfriend likes to expose me or perhaps it should be called The exhibitionist no longer in denial by Vanessa Evans All characters involved in any sexual activities in this story were over 18 when the events took place. Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the earlier parts. They will give you the background that will make this p...
I opened the door to the first of my guests - Michael Cisse and Amanda. Michael was in his late thirties, Nigerian by birth, but has been living in the UK for many years. He ran a successful import/export business, importing Nigerian agricultural product into the UK and exporting British furniture and luxury goods to Nigeria, for the country's growing rich c...
Author's note: The protagonists of this story, Rebecca Eriksson-Garner and Sarah Garner-Eriksson, already featured in my stories "The 14th anniversary", "My beautiful sub(missive)" "Sarah acts out" and "Choosing Corner time", This is just another vignette about their life together and their love. A warning: The setting of my world may seem real enough and th...
Chapter 5 As Jacob walked to his office in his short-kilted robe, he reviewed his night with Mary Jane in his mind. He went over her conversations about her family, her submissive actions and the way she followed any suggestions that he had made. He was feeling very good about the red-haired beauty and hoped that she felt good being with him. Although he tr...
We had this odd case at work recently. I suppose you could call it sexual harassment of a sort, and I must admit that the manager in question could be a bit of a mongrel at times. One day he got an email and on opening it he found himself displaying a nice shot of someone's erection and balls. It was fairly obvious the picture came from the net somewhere. T...
Sometimes I'm a cunt. -Sometimes I'm a cunt. We were married two months when Cheryl was caught stealing from her boss. She worked in an insurance office. It was something to do with premiums. People came in, paid cash, left with a smile, but it turns out Cheryl didn't always bank the money like she was supposed to. Sometimes some of it went into her purse i...
Mr. Lancing stopped abruptly at the copy room entrance. "Stop it, you perv," he heard a young woman say. He saw now it was Abby, a bright intern who had started with the firm a few months ago. A young man, with his back to him, stood a couple feet back from her at the collating machine. Mr. Lansing was about to intercede when Abby jut out her rump at the yo...
This is a story I wrote a few years back. It is about a woman who is addicted to pain and knows that it can destroy her, but still seeks the blissful "golden cocoon" that lies on the other side of the pain and humiliation. Her addiction controls her, but she finds help from an unexpected source- her Uncle Jack and her sister Tracey. She also finds out that s...
(This story was written with/influenced by, a good friend of mine who got me started writing on the net. It gives you, the reader the rarely afforded opportunity to 'see' what both sides are thinking. I hope you enjoy it) * * * Bad day. Rough shift, and to top it off, the stop at the mailbox had a letter from the ex-wife's lawyer. Likely trying to squeeze...
SEPTEMBER 8TH, 2006 It was a placid evening at the Lake Wales Hospice, and the community room was filled with interested viewers of "Best of the Ed Sullivan Show" Tanya, the aide, was leaning against the wall, talking to the Head Nurse. "God, I don't remember Ed Sutherland at all, but when they showed the Beatles, I know about that." The girl turned e...