Of course, it was something that would happen: it was inevitable she would meet her new neighbour. They lived next door to each other, after all, admittedly in a part of suburbia where the houses were large and the gardens generous. They were not cheek by jowl. Perhaps he had knocked on her door when first moving in: only she had been out. Really, she should...
Preface Kristie was 28, married and had a great job, exactly how she wanted it. Kristie had never really been left wanting for anything in her life. Some might say she's lucky while others might call her spoiled. Either way, she's used to getting what she wants. At 5'4" and only 105 lbs, Kristie is quite petite. Her mother was Japanese and her father's roo...
They said that Wild Jim was the most evil-tempered bastard that lived in the county. Not only would he beat his girls and slaves but he would fight any man who he thought had given him lip. His face was almost split from eye to chin with a knife scar that shone a pale white under lamp-light. Looking at him and you never wanted to do that made you consider hi...
This story is set in colonial Kenya in the 1920s and 30s. The Happy Valley crowd actually existed, as did the house called Clouds as described at length in the movie 'White Mischief' based on the book by the same name. The narrator, however is highly fictional, as in those days not many Africans could read and write, much less put down a story like this. Wel...
I know, been a while but I finally wrote something. I would as ALWAYS thank the very patient and amazing jacuzzigal for her help and also would like to thank the two cranky assholes that pushed me to start writing again. I would also like to thank my LOVELY wife for all her love and support. As a warning, there is no explicit sex in this story. Remember,...
Squatting on my heels, feet just up under the curve of my cheeks, I can feel the ruffles on my sissy sox up against my bare legs. They would tickle if I weren't so afraid and focused on doing what he demands I do in front of these men. My knees pushed up toward him and spread wide, don't dare hold them together, don't want to get slapped, I feel his hand o...
In a large stone church in the front pew on a beautiful Autumn day sat Mrs. Paula Bee. Mrs. Bee was a middle aged mother of three, wife to the churches rector and the symbol of purity in her quiet little hamlet. Dyerstown a small town in New Hampshire about a two hour drive from the city of Manchester, is a tight knit community where everyone knows everybody...
Wednesday afternoon's meeting of the House staff was a little unusual, with some new developments announced. The House was to be the setting for a movie, beginning in one weeks' time. It would be "stylish, tasteful and very pornographic", as Fred stated, and I could not detect any irony in his tone. Colette outlined how the filming would impact on the norma...
As I waited for the woman, I took a few minutes to read the personal ad again: MAN SEEKS WOMAN FOR SEXUAL SERVICE Retired man seeks unattached woman to serve his sexual needs. The woman is to be used as a sexual stimulant and will have to be available at all times for masturbation or fellatio. By replying to this personal, a woman indicates she read the...
Please consider reading the Trilogy of "The Trail West, Winterborn, and The Gathering to better understand how those characters and events flow into this story. Reading Parts 1 to 3 will set the stage for the conclusion of this story. Constructive comments and emails are very welcome and much appreciated. If you like or even dislike the story please send...