(fictional story, WM/wf, AF/wm, AM/wm-nc, AF/AF/AM) Foreword: This story is a sequel to OH SHIT. OH SHIT is a sequel to TOILET SLAVE 2. TOILET SLAVE 2 is a sequel to TOILET SLAVE. This story is also a sequel to OH POO-POO, even though OH POO-POO is not a sequel to any other story. ### It was only last year that Steve had been a toilet slave in the ladies...
Master PC 10: Good Samaritan It was raining. No, it was more than that -- someone upstairs had tipped over a bucket. It was pouring down rain. The windshield wipers on the DeVille were just barely able to keep up with the downpour. Traffic was moving slowly on the Interstate. David Donaldson was coming home from another highly successful consulting gig. He...
When Susan Willoughby married her husband, almost 25 years ago, she was a pretty, size 12. Now, still pretty she fits into a size 16. Before getting married she had limited sex experience. Her husband being the first, and only, person to engage in full, penetrative sex with her. Before that there had been some groping and fumbling in the back seats of cars o...
Hello, and welcome to the first issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. If you want to know what it's all about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in blue at the head of their piece. If you want to make a general comment on...
I met Cana Wilmore on a dating site and she invited me over after we had talked for a month. She was the only one I was talking to this young, she is 26. When I got there her Aunt Faye opened the door. Faye said, "Cana had to run to the store but you are welcome to come in and wait if. And please call me Ms. McAdams especially since my husband is out of town...
Sarah, my wife, emerged from the living room as she heard me coming in from work. Giving me a cheery 'Hi' she turned into the kitchen and began to prepare the evening meal. It was seven o'clock, another late one at the office. I wished I could work from home every day, at least there was no morning and evening commute then. As I removed my shoes and hung my...
First disrobe and cover your eyes with a blindfold or pirate's patches. Under no circumstances must you touch yourself during the proceedings. This is about self control and discipline. Now wait. I will be back. And remember, no touching. I don't care how perky your nipples are, how achy your loins become, how much you start craving for someone to slide insi...
Thomas Burke Rockwell III sat at his desk and watched the latitude and longitude change as he ran the cursor across the satellite picture of the area. He looked at the next coordinates for a corner of the property he was interested in. It was a 1244-acre parcel of land; it was planted in pine trees now. He wanted to determine how much pine was harvestable ri...
I signed up for a service that lets you put your name to a list of classmates, a few years ago. Filling out all the tedious information that is required. Finding my school, and adding my name to the long list of names. I looked through the endless list of names that once were my friends and peers. That was pretty much it for a few years. Then about a month...
This could just as well be in the "Non-consent, Reluctance," Category; if that's not your thing, you've been warned. Also, the main character in this story in no way resembles me in appearance, mind or emotion, so don't think that I'm a narcissist (cough, cough). ****************** September 18, about three weeks after my loving husband Chet hosted a surp...