This is a fantasy written by myself for fun. It contains spanking, humiliation and fetish; if this bothers you please seek other authors. All characters are 25 year old or older. ======= I am traveling by bus from work to home Friday evening. My husband of 5 years took the keys to my car away for driving after drinking at a party after work. Luckily, I did...
I've come to the conclusion that kids are like cream cakes. Everyone loves them, they can bring supreme pleasure to your life. The best of times are to be had when it's just the two of you alone, sharing some quality time together. All too soon, you know they'll be gone, so you try to make the most of every second you have together. Of course, too many of t...
Louise ordered her kinky slave to stand naked in front of her. He was in his late forties, about eight years older than the pretty blonde, who had him like putty in her hands. "Welcome to your ultimate fantasy. We don't take passengers on this parallel planet. Is that perfectly understood?" said Louise. "Yes of course, Louise," he replied in a stuttering w...
You once told me that we were like two sides of the same coin; you wandering the earth searching for a permanent home and soul-mate whilst I longed to escape the confines of my perfect domesticity. You told me your greatest fear was to grow old and die alone with neither a loved one to hold your hand nor a child to validate your existence. Mine was to die...
The last page of the book was torn out. I dropped it onto the table next to the others. Sunlight forced its way through the grimy windowpanes and between the gap in the dull curtains to light up the specks dancing in the dusty air. I needing more light so I pulled the curtains open. Illuminated, the room looked no better. It was untidy and unkempt, but tha...
The author does not condone the lack of social distancing in this story, and believes in the use of facial coverings. ***** Olivia hooks the plastic basket into the crook of her arm, flinching as the spray of the cold hand sanitizer strikes both palms. She adjusts the unfamiliar face mask, as she wanders through the fruit and vegetable section, dropping a...
For the next two hours I was like a caged animal. I thought everyone could see that I was wearing a pair of panties. To make matters worse, the crotch was cutting off circulation to my manhood while the back was riding up the crack of my ass. It was humiliating to be explaining something then suddenly turn and have to readjust because of a new spasm of pain....
Days Thirty-Five to Thirty-Eight After all the drama, it was back to stultifying routine: the foetid air, the ever-present whiff of latrine, the four dingy featureless walls and the long, long hours to fill. When to exercise; when to masturbate: these were about the only decisions we were free to make. Food was brought and crockery taken away; occasionally...
Karen Frayn may be almost sick with worry, but as Saturday arrives Clare Davenport is feeling physically sick. Her period is due and she had had stomach cramps for a couple of days: but the thought of what Miss Lucy is likely to do to her has aggravated her stomach pains to the point where she is feeling as though she might throw up. So when the girls have...
After awhile, the door opened and Sarah was standing behind it. "Come in," she said, smiling like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. I walked right into the room. I could smell the light scented powder in the atmosphere. My bed was covered with a very large towel. "Victor, do you want to wear shorts or a skirt?" "Shorts." Sarah then walked to...