"Death doesn't exist. It never did.. Everything that happens before Death is what counts." -Ray Bradbury, "Something Wicked This Way Comes" *** It was late, and everyone else had gone home. There was no one to keep Sharon company. No one but the dead. Sometimes, when she was alone in the museum like this, she thought of the collection as something she c...
XXIIIThe Good of the CountryOlive2082 Emily was kneeling in front of the screen and staring intently at the high definition images which were her only escape from drab and dirty real life. The television was by far the most valuable of her mother's possessions. She touched the replay symbol on the touchpad which displayed an exact miniature copy of the imag...
Part One The Beginning As John Clarke came into the room, Mrs Murphy his 52 year old cleaning lady was more than ready. Over the past 4 weeks she had started to recognise her Employer's little mannerisms. She knew his needs so well. She was a nice lady and didn't want Mr Clarke to do anything that he didn't want to do. He was after all a Senior Teacher and...
Jill gave Michael and George the antidepressants. Jill had spoken with a friend who had studied Medicine with her. He was now a Professor in Alzheimer's and Dementia regarding giving Bill a Viagra pill. He had suggested a fifty-milligram tablet initially then if not successful to double the dose to one hundred milligrams. He also recommended giving him a sol...
The next morning they all woke late, well 10 am, but as it was a Saturday, it didn't matter. After the usual morning greetings of quick cuddles and kisses and was quickly agreed breakfast was top of the agenda, being in their lingerie didn't bother anyone except Jane who slipped her discarded panties back on and put her breasts back into her corset. As had b...
Part Three RULES OF THE GAME Where Vivian's mother lays out exactly what she expects from her son if he wants to keep her onside and help him to achieve his dream. Vivian went into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was whistling, there was a spring in his step. "You've been ages... hello, what's this?" His mother indicated the towel....
My normally shy wife Carol had reluctantly taken over my male massage clients after I’d been crippled from the waist down. Being jealous I drilled a spy hole to watch her and after weeks of straightforward massages a client exposed himself to her and asked for a hand job, which she refused. But our finances were so bad she obliged him the next time. Amazin...
The following day nothing was mentioned of the previous evening's antics. Angie and Peter were initially deeply embarrassed when they came down the stairs for breakfast, but Minnie was her usual cheerful self and acted as if nothing had happened. But to Peter and Angie something had happened. Something that was totally humiliating but also sexually powerful....
This is the first story I wrote several years ago, but has been rewritten in parts. My wife and I wrote it as a joint effort. Like a lot of stories, there is some element of fact, and a huge amount of journalist licence. * My wife and I are busy professionals with children who find it difficult to get away on holiday breaks, even for short periods of time...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** The play-script form used for Double Times 1, 2, 3 and 4 will not serve for the next episode of the sequence of my encounters with a pair of young transgirls in Portugal 20 years ago. In Double Times 3 and 4, my delightful transpanions described their initial sexualisities with th...