Sean sat down at his computer almost heavily, dreading this part of the assignment in particular. He was never any good with these damned things and now he had to his hard-researched information into an Excel spreadsheet. He hadn't even used this particular program before. This was going to be just fucking great! Sighing, he booted up the machine and flippe...
So, there I stood naked, in front of Melody, her husband Mike, her brother Jim and his wife Kathy, and Melody had just been told to spank me, in front of them. I had come to Melody's home because she told me to come there, wearing only my coat and heels and she had me give the coat to her husband for him to hang up. I was embarrassed as hell but I was secre...
It had been a busy but rewarding year for me. My name is James Constable, and I am a painter. Of course with that name, everyone that I meet in the Art world asks if I am related to 'the' Constable. By this of course they are referring to the famous English painter John Constable. The answer to this question is that I simply don't know if we are related. T...
The premise for what follows is a family album and history. However, this is a family of dominant women. Alas, I have no ownership of the pictures I originally included in this work -- so you will have to use your imagination, aided by descriptions in brackets of the missing pictures. Perhaps there is a family like this out there, in this or some other reali...
This story is part of a series. The previous six chapters will provide context but, hopefully, this story can also be enjoyed as a stand-alone work. ***** A few weeks later, Mala came into my office. "You know that Claire is chair of the trustees of the Modern Dance Troupe?" I did not know that, but felt it best to nod affirmatively. "Two of their princi...
The early morning sun breaks through the parted pink drapes of your bedroom and casts warm rays of light across your toned belly. You yawn, stretch, and smile at the warmth of the day. It's going to be a good one. You clamber out of bed and peek at yourself in the mirror. Your fashionable lopsided blond bob is fashionably lopsided and mussed up from the pill...
This story is a continuation of the "The Girl Across the Street" story. I urge you to read the initial chapter before reading this. This chapter will make more sense if you do. This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those instit...
Naked For Freedom The Adventures of Amy Thornhart * Chapter 2 Amy opened her eyes. It was a dream, a weird dream. She laid there in her bed. After awhile, she decided to get out of her bed to get her mail. She put her trench coat on and her high heels. Amy walked outside to go to her mailbox. The sun was slowly creeping up to start the day, on this Engl...
Your boss has been flirting more today than usual. As he walked by your desk on the way back to his office after lunch, he gently laid his hand on your shoulder and said quietly "Maybe we can find some time later for you to show me those legal briefs." "Yes, sir," was all you had replied, trying to look shy as you found a wetness begin to spread between y...
If you haven't read the last story, this takes place during our junior year in college. We had spent 2 years living in our drab apartments close to school. The place was nice, but it was an apartment and we didn't have a pool. We wanted to branch out and get something a bit more private. Something where we could come and go however we wanted, and with a nice...