Landing at the San Francisco airport was very strange. The airport, and San Francisco, was shrouded in heavy dense fog. It was as if the City-by-the-Bay was protected by the low-to-earth bubble of cool comfort or had suddenly vanished. Coupled with the late afternoon winds San Francisco had rightfully earned the description that it is the coldest place to sp...
Dear Shoeblossom: I want to tell you about my male master, Emil. He is Austrian, and although I am, I think a heterosexual male, not really bisexual, or maybe a bit now... But Emil is a find! Just this morning I was being tutored in how to edge without cumming. When I got close, kneeling in front of Emil, he reached down and tweaked the mousetrap on my ri...
I sat in the car outside the Imperial-Orpheus Bar for a long time. I didn't remember driving from the motel. My voyeurism had finally gotten the better of me. I shouldn't have stayed to spy on Peter while he took Jame's cherry. He'd known I was there. While Jame was in the bathroom, he raped me. Or had he? I'd certainly wanted him badly enough. Had I been tr...
I had just landed in Vancouver and was feeling pretty good. Jennette went to continue work on her show and we finally had something that could lead to bringing down Stamp. The studio had sent a car for to pick me up and i couldn't be more grateful. The trip from L.A wasn't too long but i was still exhausted. The last few months had been pretty hectic and i h...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically. Most, but not all chapters contain some sexually explicit sections and the story has a strong theme of taboo...
Madame Gormosy is a Devil. She can change her sex at will, from Louise Gormosy to Louis Gormosy. John Garret is also a Devil, but not so powerful. They have known each other for centuries as devils generally do. The scene is Paris, in the 1770s. * CHAPTER ONE Madame Louise Gormosy stood by the tall window, looking down at the rain-slicked street. Paris wa...
It's been a while. Early onset arthritis in my hands kinda helped the delay. ******** "How long have you been fucking him?" I asked, as the chaos swirled on around us. Margot stared at me, as tense and on edge as a cat meeting another cat in an alleyway. Her eyes darted here, there and everywhere. "Why did you hit that man?" she shouted. She needed to, t...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically. Most, but not all chapters contain some sexually explicit sections and the story has a strong theme of taboo...
The Cowards Option: I was standing in the shower giving myself a good talking to after I left Steve in his room. I was determined that I was going to tell Graeme what I had done but I knew my courage would fail me as I stood in the shower washing off the sex I had with Steve and not even thinking that he might actually have got me pregnant. I couldn't beli...
"Hmmm" I heard in my sleep. I couldn't make out exactly where the sound was coming from, but I knew it couldn't be far. "Mhmmm" I heard again. This time it forced me to open my eyes. I looked around and quickly realized that I was in my bedroom. I looked across the room and saw my Emmy sitting in its display case. There was no doubt where I was. The only dou...