Day two. This is a true recounting of the creation of my submissive wife. Please see the first story for background. It was Sunday. I woke up early as I usually do. I decided to let Sheila sleep in as she had a busy night and will have a busy day. I was sitting at the dining room table on my phone with a cup of coffee when Sheila came out of the bedroom...
Here I was, fifty years old and in college. Quite a life change. I never intended to end up here, but life has a way of bouncing you around like a pinball when it takes the urge. I had a good job in middle management with a company that had employed me nearly thirty years ago. The economy tanked and dragged us down with it. In eighteen months we had downsi...
A Victorian Bagatelle 'That was exactly my objection when dear Reggie first suggested it, Lyddie, but I assure you he was right, as usual. The sensation is not at all what one would expect.' 'Reggie' could only be Reginald Doyle, Esq., my old Cambridge rowing chum, now my colleague in a laboratory venture. The year before, he had won the hand of the captiv...
The bark of the tree was rough against my skin, but I didn't mind. The August Roman night was a typical steam bath, and my room was still too sultry to sleep in. Sister Juliana was in the south on a family visit; La Rossa was in Jerusalem for a conference; Sister Lucia, our second in command, was out of town as well; and only the sisters without families or...
A NOTE TO THE READER: This story takes place in 1949. **************** My answering service tracked me down just before midday. I had had a lunch date with Veronica, the beautiful new girl over at the bail bond place by the courthouse. When she agreed to go out with me I considered myself lucky. She'd come out west in hope of being in pictures and posses...
KEEPING THE WITSONS TOGETHER Another slice of life at St. Dunstan's; for background, please consult the previous episodes Last in a flock of four. Feedback welcome. "Father, you've got to help us. You're the only one we trust, and we want to save our marriage. Please, Vicar, please." I sat back in my chair as I regarded Percy Witson and his wife Peggy. Pe...
Ellie's mother, Mavis Jones, had grown suspicious of her daughter's furtive actions of late, and now found herself eavesdropping on Ellie's phone conversation with Margie. She was stunned at what she heard. Margie: "Do ya think Manny and Ritchie's cocks are as big as Donny's?" Ellie: "I hope so. I can still feel Donny inside me." Margie: "Um, me too." M...
A COMET FOR TWELFTH NIGHT Another slice of life at St. Dunstan's; for background, please consult the previous episodes Second in a flock of four. Feedback welcome. * "Tell me, Vicar, was the Star of Bethlehem a comet?" It was a balmy fall day, and appropriate to have a bit of St. Martin's summer on Martinmas. The choir boys hadn't been very interested in...
The second of three episodes a new series about Fr. Alfred, Vicar of St. Dunstan's. Categorizing these episodes is tough, since there isn't a "Dramedy" category on this site. Suggestions for future episodes are welcome, if you'd like to see more of Fr. Alfred and his flock. Next Year in Alice Springs It was another drippy Wednesday in England. I puttered a...
"Not a soul was visible on the hedgeless highway, or on either side of it, and the white road seemed to ascend and diminish till it joined the sky." [from Thomas Hardy "Jude the Obscure", Book 1, opening chapter 3] The white cement dust rose in clouds behind the classic MG as Lizzy headed homewards. This was her first visit in three years and she wasn't loo...