"You know, you are still a dashing forty eight year old," Anna said to her godfather. "Well, thank you Anna my dear, but all the good things in my younger years were something I will always treasure. I have always strived to be young at heart. It is something that will never leave me. Just like my experiences in war will never leave me. A lot of good men la...
INSTITUTE FOR SEX INDUSTRY STUDIES Motto 'Floreant galli' ( let cocks flourish) Welcome to our year book Welcome again to all our satisfied employers and prospective employers who take our graduates and it is my pleasure and privilege to write again a brief introduction before leaving you to browse the year book for the details of all the lovely young lad...
Foreword When I first typed this story up, I submitted it for posting in the "B.D.S.M." category. It does have all the elements that are necessary for that and at first, it was accepted there. I was pleased when it received a lot of readers viewing it. But I have done a lot of reading on this website since then and I've come to realize that this story is m...
The hot water in the shower splashed over Holly's tan body. Her eyes were sudsy as she scrubbed her short golden hair under the shower head. Soap suds slipped slowly, seductively down her 19-year-old's torso. Rising steam formed indistinct shapes around her. The only sound was the splashing of water onto the tiles at her feet. Then, there was a voice. "Don'...
INTRODUCTION: Pam was raised by two very strict, old fashioned, Catholic parents, who sheltered and overly protected her, even by the standards of the 1950's and 60's. She wasn't permitted to have a boyfriend or even to date until she was a year from graduating from High School. The first and only boy she dated was Bob, who she ended up marrying. He was the...
Author's note: I know that I tried to challenge myself with getting this one out to everyone in one week. But, being born when I was, I was double whammied with both my birthday and Father's Day, so my schedule piled up quickly! On top of which, I had already finished this chapter once, but lost nearly the whole damn thing a freak accident! Thankfully, I h...
Act 1 I guess I should try and tell you how I got into this situation. I did not plan on it, it just sort of happened. I had been married six months, and after the wedding we moved to New York City where my husband Jack had a job at a brokerage firm. He found an apartment that cost a fortune but then everything cost so much in the city. Jack knew that I w...
Laura stood by the dormer window of their room in the ski lodge and watched as the group of cross-country skiers got themselves sorted out into some semblance of a straight line and headed off toward the horizon, where the sun was just making an appearance. There were about a dozen skiers, and the only way she could tell which one was her husband was by the...
The Gorean Tavern "'Though I am slave,' she said, 'yet for the first time in my life, I am free.'" — John Norman, Nomads of Gor After he lost his job at the Wooden Pony Club, Richard moved back in with me. I was by now renting a house on the edge of the university campus, and with Matthew out of my life there was room enough. And while taking him in undou...
Note: I decided to publish the rest of the story all at once, so this is long. Sorry to all of you who don't like Loving Wives stories. I do wonder if you don't like them why you read them. Seems quite odd to me. I don't have time to waste with stuff that I know I'm going to criticize before I start. Oh, well. Your choice. Consider yourself ignored. *****...