As a result of our outings in chapters 1 and 2 we had developed a theme for when we were at home. If it was warm enough Allan was to wear a small red sheer thong, and nothing else, yes we had bought a number of them. He was very nervous about this at first but soon settled into it. I then decided to up the ante on him. He was to always answer the door and...
Author Note: The following series of stories I hope to write are all true stories from the last few years. The first story starts when I was about 20. So you have an idea of what I look like I am an about 5'4 Caucasian with brown hair. I was probably 110 pounds at the start of this story and had a flat stomach with a pierced naval. Despite my slim build I wa...
Chapter 3 The Slippery Slope of Seduction For the first few days after Nora's birthday, Nora and Ryan were leery about encountering Aiko and Gerald. Much to their surprise, the interracial couple behaved as if nothing had happened at all. They were partly relieved but also partly perplexed by their almost sudden return to usual neighbourly behaviour. For t...
(Authors Note. First things first this is my first story so go easy on me. Second this is hopefully the first part of a short series. I didn't want to write a rushed story instead I prefer one with atmosphere and some depth and a lot of build-up but likewise I didn't want a huge story so instead decided to split it into parts. Not much happens in this first...
It is almost ten o'clock. The darkness fully engulfing the sky at last and he breathes a little easier. He has been watching her for over a month. Every night the same routine. The sound of the door, the gentle bark of her dog, grown accustomed to his scent so nearby, it barely even gives a nod in his direction anymore. The long length of leg that peeks from...
I am sure that my fetish for mohair, and later angora as well, began when I was young. I suffered asthma as a child and after an attack one day I remember my much older cousin's girlfriend, who must have been in her early twenties, wearing a black mohair sweater and kneeling next to my bed and gently stroking my chest to help relieve the tightness in my ches...
LXXI Ivory Towers Mark & Molly 2075 There was much that was making Mark feel guilty. Here he was—a married man with a devoted wife with whom he'd lived for fourteen years and a delightful nine-year old daughter—now living every day of the week in Oxford: a two hour train journey from Islington. And this was all because his employer, Sig Mu Inc., Korea, need...
My wife Jenny and I had been living in suburban bliss for several years, with 2 kids just starting school, and Jenny now working full time, our life was pretty standard. I had a role locally that gave me good work hours for dealing with the kids and lots of holidays. Jenny and I had met at University and progressed through the usual relationship path to Marr...
As an 'older' writer, from a far off land, this time of year causes me to reflect many unusual experiences and remember events that shaped my life and made me who I am. Books that you study at school tend to alter the way you think. George Orwell wrote the classic tale 'Animal Farm' which parodied the concepts of Russia's Communist Government. Having lasting...
Rachel woke with a start. A lightning rush of panic attacked her limbic system, make her tense all over. She opened her eyes in a heartbeat and noticed her breathing was erratic. More bad dreams. The insomnia had beat her again. She had gone to bed that night like any other, when the darkness of night had bled into the blood red sky like ink blotting an op...