I guess that from an early age I had always been brought up to hide my feelings. Being brought up as the eldest son of a Lancashire miner had seen to that. I had only ever seen my father cry once in my entire life and I sensed that he still regretted that as a momentary lapse on his part. Crying was for women. Men should just get on with things and, even if...
As I drove the tree lined streets of this small southern town, I couldn't help but think about all the changes in my life. I was here seeking an apartment for the coming semester at the private university where I would be studying pre-med. Just a year before all my accommodations and every other need had been taken care of for me. Many needs that I could hav...
Third and last part. If it seems a little hokey, I ask you to remember that I wrote this 20 years ago -- before there was a BE community, before we even knew there was an Internet! Also -- THANK YOU to the people who commented! YOU made the rest of the story happen. * By now, my wife Cara's milk-making breasts were pretty well taking over her days. When I...
Nancy Friday, I loved your books and have reread all of them, and some parts I have marked to reread on special occasions, but I do have my own fantasies, and one of them (a favorite) seems different from the ones in your books. I am a thirty-something mother of two sons, with a husband I have loved pretty much since the day I met him in school. He can be a...
The Complete (enough) Idiot's Guide to Basic Concepts in BDSM Foreword: The content of this essay first appeared as a set of posts in my MySpace blog. After finishing the series, it occurred to me that the concepts presented there might be useful to novice writers as well as those who might just be curious so I decided to clean up my reasoning and present...
It has been some time since I have updated this journal and I am struggling to find the courage to do so now. Many things have happened, the least of which is my slide into depression and despair. Even as it hurts me physically I am going to detail the events of the last few days to try and relieve the mental torment. I had decided that the pretence of bein...
Stephi arrived at Linda, Brenda and Sara’s house at the appointed time. She was always punctual and prided herself on running a ‘real’ business. The money she was making and the fun she was having made her feel like she had to stay on top of things. The vast majority of clients she serviced were in the ‘high income bracket’. At the door, Stephi was met by...
The silent desert sky shown as a million points of distant light as their fire engine red mustang convertible streaked southwest through the endless Nevada desert towards California. An occasional meteorite left a fiery dying track as it vaporized in the sky far above the heads of the two beautiful young females as they felt the cool desert night air course...
Laura was crying when she came out of the intensive care unit. Mollie had been highly medicated and unresponsive. Further, reports from the medical staff had been vague and inconclusive. "Want to stop and get something to eat," I asked as we started north. We were going directly to the brothel because Laura wanted to be there before 8 P.M. since she still...
Chapter 61, Ross is Returned It took just under 3 hours to walk out of the canyon and get to the truck that Terri had hidden away. It was common for slave hunters to hide their vehicles, especially in outer areas such as the area that Kim and Terri were hunting in. Their trip to the nearest town wouldn't take that long and both were in a hurry to get rid of...