Roberta Russell had just finished wheeling the garbage can out to the curb - one of the few things her now ex-husband had done well when he was around - and after she did the chore she felt herself flush a bit. It wasn't from the minimal effort she had just made, but was something that had been happening a lot now that she was a half century old. The lemonad...
Cindy promised that she had something special planned for my 30th birthday. I wasn't sure whether to be pleased or frightened. And yet, there I was, naked, my wrists shackled to either bed post like Christ on the cross, my ankles shackled and bound up with straps against my thighs, making my nether region fully exposed and accessible. And then she put on t...
Megan was a large woman. Which was not to say she was in any way overweight. She was simply very tall and proportionally large -- and she was mouthwateringly gorgeous. The other women certainly thought so, and from what they could gather, so did all men. Her body was the kind you'd find painted on the side of a World War Two bomber. Being a large woman, when...
This is a continuation of the Mountain of a Mess series! While not required, this story is a lot more fun if you read all three, as it's all one day. Enjoy! _____________ Blake reached out and grabbed me by the back of my head, yanking me against him. I moaned against his mouth as he kissed me hard and passionately, his grip on my hair tightening. "You...
Gloria smiled, "I guess he will be facing justice. After whatever jail time he serves he will be required to register as a sex offender." I simply felt some relief but feared those pictures be in the evidence collected by the police. The next day a FEDEX package arrived for me. It was from Lucas. The note read, "All pictures of you and other women have been...
I'm 28 years old and lucky enough to live alone in a relatively small, two bedroom home in a quiet little neighborhood. My parents actually own the house, I'm paying them rent to live there as I work on my master's degree. For the most part, my life is very simple: I go to school, spend a lot of time studying, go to the climbing gym when I have time, and occ...
During the early years of our marriage my work obliged us to move house fairly frequently and while this entailed considerable upheaval, it also provided fresh pastures for me to expand my options with regard to making Jane available. Following a move to a rented house near Wolverhampton we began, on occasions, to use our local pub - the place was a nondes...
This is a continuation of this series, if you don't read at least part 1, you probably won't understand the setting very well. Also, I always read through these before I post them, and send them through a grammar check program, but I still miss things. I appreciate constructive criticism about my stories, but grammatical critiques are pointless once this sto...
I read what Frédéric wrote about me and my subscription to the massage institute. I will tell you more. I regularly go back to the institute as I have a subscription that allows me an unlimited number of sessions. But what I like most is when we both go with my husband. It's more rare because he works, but it happens quite regularly on weekends. I realize...
It's almost February. The heavy snow has covered the main road from the village, leaving little space for the villagers to move from one place to another, let alone to travel to another village. It's been a brutal winter and the signs are that it is not over yet. I was preparing the wood for the last fire that day, because it was already getting cold inside...