Lucy sat, staring into the computer screen. It had been three weeks since she had met Rob, since he had made a woman out of her. And since then, everything had changed. Before it had been enough to dress. To go out, perhaps to a T club and socialise, or to drive into town and shop. She had quickly learned to find her style, and blend. Sensible smart skirts,...
(I hope the person who wrote the song will forgive my inclusion of it in this story- along with the mention of several other songs which he has written- (and for changing his name to protect the guilty umm…. I mean innocent-) I am not conceited enough to believe I am the subject- but being unable to ask (without embarrassment-) I wrote a piece of Fiction. So...
I've translated this e-mail, sent by one half of a chat-room conversation to the other. The names have been changed, to protect the guilty, and I've taken the liberty of changing certain measurements and sizes into something recognisable to non-metric speakers. There are references in the text to other experiences, which could form the subject of other submi...
~Little Note from Crab~ Hey, Hey, Hey! It's Crab, leave some feedback on what you want to see. I grabbed a bowl with pieces of paper with fetishes to choose from and picked out, so if you want to see something more specific, say so. Got anything to say? Voice it! ~End of Little Note~ I've been stuck in this cold cell for about a day now, or maybe more,...
Let me introduce myself. My name is Tina Cosgrove and I'm 57 years old and an only child. I'm single and I currently work from home as a book accountant for a couple of local companies and a charity. I have spent all of my adult life living in my family home. My father died when I was a child and I was a carer for my mother from the age of 19 until about six...
Relationships can be so damn stressful, man. Sometimes I wonder why most of us bother with them at all. My name is Stephen McArthur. I'm a young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. The Capital region of Canada seems like an odd place for an African-American gentleman to find himself in, doesn't it? I was born and raised in the City o...
Luanne 3 – She Goes to the Beach Things with Luanne settled into some kind of a routine over the next few months. I might not see her for two weeks or she might be down to visit two or three days apart. I never knew when she'd pop in and that very uncertainty, while being somewhat sexy, also created a problem for me. I mentioned earlier that I didn't have...
Chapter 1: She Sucks I spend most of my time at the computer writing and to relax I'm a hobby gunsmith. As such, I spend a lot of time in my garage tinkering with different weapons. One afternoon I was working on a revolver that really resisted my attempts to reassemble it and I was using some pretty colorful language. I had just muttered, "Fuck it," and to...
I was a bit nervous about going back to work after my lunch with Deborah; her admonition to be more self-possessed, and to flirt, but to be sure to “spread it around” among all the women in the office—well, it sounded like good advice, but I wasn’t sure that I could pull it off. I wanted to please her, though; she had done me the rare favor of speaking to me...
The connection between walking the dog and teaching computer basics to over sixties. Believe me, there can be a very real and ultimately carnal connection, at least, that is what two such dog walkers discovered. * * * * * Along the Path. Every morning I walk the dog. There is a path that follows the river very near my house. If you go walking at a regular...