Ted woke the next morning with a hangover and a hard-on, or at least the closest thing he could get to one. The bite of the metal cage surrounding his cock and balls had woken him. Ted's wife Sarah lay next to him on the top of the bed covers. She was naked and turned away from him, sleeping heavily. Ted was wearing only blue panties. It took Ted a minute t...
Chapter 50 – Nancy Gets a Family and Gets Loved Brad, Sandy, and Stacy stood just outside airport security and watched as the passengers arriving at the city airport flowed from the planes to the main concourse, and then headed for the escalators to go and get their luggage. It was Friday evening. Brad kept looking at the photograph of his daughter – his n...
Trin sat in the cafe in the downtown Phoenix J.J. Newberry's at the counter. Her long flowing patchwork skirt draped down to her Birkenstock sandals which sat on the small metal stool's footrest. In front of her was a large bacon cheese gardenburger with crinkle cut fries and a home-made chocolate milkshake. Pure, utter, comfort food as far as Trin was conc...
Chapter 4: He/She Is Inducted In Gold Once I felt that Nancy had had enough to drink I told her to get the special glass from the bar. She walked over and looked then asked, "Mistress, which one do you mean?" "Look on the shelf behind you, it is a crystal glass with a gold design onto it, do you see it?" "Yes Mistress, I have it." "Good, bring it to me s...
Madness, it's something else, ladies and gentlemen. Do people who are stark raving mad know they're mad? Now that's a good question, from someone who's on the edge of madness. I have made many mistakes, and sometimes I wonder if it's too late for redemption. I choose to believe it's not too late. I hope I'm right. The alternative is unthinkable... Oh, um, b...
“Nancy Wilson’s Holiday Home for Empire Young Ladies.” In the days when the sun never set on the British Empire you might have seen this advertisement in newspapers from the London to the Bombay Times and all up market newspapers in between. No one ever called it by its full name; it was always “Nancy’s Place.” In those far off days men and their families...
It was a hot, humid afternoon and I was lazing around the house doing nothing in particular when the phone rang. "Hello" I said. "Hi, Matt. It's Nancy." Nancy was Lynn's mother. I had tutored Lynn during her senior year. "What are you doing today?" asked Nancy. "Oh, nothing really. Just hanging around the house trying to stay cool." I said. "Well, then...
Nancy was tired. Her work at the bank had been especially tough today. Just one of those days where she wished her husband, Doug, earned enough that she could stay home. She put her purse on the table and hung her suit jacket on the back of the chair. She would get changed later. She kicked off her shoes. Right now all she wanted was to sit with a glass of w...
I mentioned in chapter 1 that Nancy and I often would meet at Wal Mart. I'm retired, and have my days free. Rather than take part in the scrum that is grocery shopping on weekends, I prefer to do mine on the quieter weekday afternoons when the stores are less crowded. Nancy, a stay at home mom, also found that the time she had available during the day made m...
The wedding was wonderful. Heidi and Tim exchanged their vows under an ivy canopy in Heidi's big back yard. Her home had been extensively decorated with flowers and bunting for the occasion, and a whole lot of tables and chairs had been set up around the huge back yard, some of them under a canopy, others out in the open. Since Heidi's parents were both dea...