I still remember when it all started. My ship was docked at Rotterdam. I finished my shift, returned to my room, and as was the daily routine, logged into Skype to talk to my wife Menaka back in Mumbai. It was almost midnight there. Menaka was on time as always. We exchanged notes about each other's days, she told me about how our eight year old Ayan had sc...
(This did not start out as a toy story, but it decided on its own to become one. So be it. The joys of creative writing. I hope you enjoy it and please remember to comment and vote. All participants are over the age of 18.MST) * At first I was in awe. In my whole life I had never seen such wealth. Even my cousin Everett, the dentist, didn't have a house a...
After several weeks of listening to his wife talk about wanting to be dominated by another woman, Jamie decided it was time to grant Katie's wish. Jamie phoned me on Monday and asked if I knew of any professional Dommés who would be willing to give Katie a taste of domination. As luck would have it, I'd recently met the owner of a private club who specializ...
"Lads!" Laura said and hugged each man, and Cindy stood a little bit behind her. "This is Cindy. Cindy, this is Steve." Steve stepped forward and gave Cindy a hug, and a kiss on the cheek, and said "Hey Cindy. I've heard a lot about you." "I've heard a lot about you too," Cindy replied. She was blushing from the peck on the cheek. She was using a different...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I...
Bad Reputation Maggie Bartowski looked up from checking the corn in her father's fields as the government transport made a perfect landing in the yard in front of the farmhouse. Her older sister, Stella, stepped from the craft and, seeing her, waved. Maggie trotted back towards the house. Stella had been a government official for nearly ten years now and th...
Celina Dietz was in love. She loved Ravenskopf. Or at least she loved the status that living in such a fine house gave her. As she walked disconsolately to the window, she stared with fierce possessiveness over the lawns and flowerbeds that bordered the house. This was her home, it was the place she had been born, and she knew every inch of it with the famil...
While the planned activity took place on time and Tara loved it, I was terribly busy and could not write it down. In fact Tara said, "You did not enjoy that night? If you did you would share it with your readers!!" That was wake up call. As promised, I had taken care of D Day minus three. The anticipation of what was to follow would not let me work and for...
Rosemund turned her head from brushing her raven-black hair its required strokes and gazed into the mirror of her dressing bureau. She looked at the reflection of the palmed hands where her bodice would normally be and stifled a moan. He held each nipple between a thumb and index finger and was applying rhythmic pressure. She enjoyed the feel of it immensely...
The news at 6:00 bulletin began and an official photograph of Lord Barcote recently released to the media appeared on-screen showing him smiling. "Look, look," Marissa cried. "He's gloating!" She was watching with her family including her 'gloating' father. "No that's a new stock photograph - I think taken for the Government Dinner Menu & Entertainment Pr...