Old Mrs. Cartwright was retiring. She had been my secretary for the past 5 years and my dad's for many years before that. We had a short Friday afternoon retirement party for her and Monday morning I started interviews for her replacement. My name is Bill and I am the owner of HI-TECH COMPUTER SOFTWARE, a company started by my dad as an accounting, income t...
Author's Note: Dara is a single mother of a college sophomore working as a nurse and running a dairy farm that has been in the family for more than 100 years. After being burned by a cheating husband, Dara vowed never to be involved with any man who isn't submissive to her, and in the first six parts of "Prize Bull," she seduced and trained Travis, 19 years...
"Good afternoon, mademoiselle," Cyrus Dorvil said, politely addressing the young South Asian woman seated at the front desk of the Saint Paul University library. The young woman nodded, and not for the first time, Cyrus was struck by the sheer beauty of ladies from that part of the world. Too bad most them don't like us brothers, Cyrus thought, sighing deepl...
Author's Note: Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I first want to apologize for the long gaps between chapters. I tend to write these stories in spurts, and often take my time to get the proper inspiration. I hope you enjoy this one just as much as all my others. Fear not, I will continue this storyline as well as my others. I even have ideas o...
'Ladies, please, settle down now. Thank-you. Now, ladies, as you have shown me the generosity of travelling all the way out here to spend your valuable time with me this evening, first of all allow me to return that courtesy by introducing myself. My name is Doctor Thornton Ignatius Tolliver. Scientist, inventor, formulator of miracle medical concoctions des...
Cassidy Black woke up that Friday morning and groaned in agony, even before the harsh beep of the alarm clock. She knew it would ring soon, but she remained still with anticipatory dread. It didn't matter. She was miserable because Cassidy hated Fridays. Her futon's rust-worn coils squeaked and screeched when she rolled upright. Her plump toes searched the...
All persons in this story are fictional and 18+ The premise was a good one, take repeat youth offenders and place them in a special high school when they turn eighteen. For many, this was the only way they would get an education that would allow them to move on in trades or higher education. It was a noble cause, and it got results. Every educator was the b...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains characters and references to events in two previous stories I have written: Just Across The Hall and PIXIE: Sissy Stripper. It is not necessary to have read these two story chains. This chapter of House Rules could stand on its own for entertainment purposes. If, however you want context, please read the other two stories f...
Bernice was willing to indulge her husband, as it was a naughty fantasy of hers too. She took off her coat and threw it into the car, together with the keys. Unable to get back into the car, now meant it was impossible to back out of the game. This gave her an added thrill. She was committed to walking across the park, to meet her husband. She was dressed i...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my absorbing hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school....