All characters are over the age of 18 years old and all players are consenting adults. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - OLD MRS SPENCER Sandra Spencer was my most regular customer. She would come for a massage every day if Nurse Adams could fit her into my schedule. Like so many women born in the 1940s, she witnessed the sexual revolution...
For the past few months I have been been having an incestuous relationship with my two older sisters Becky and Lisa. The last weekend with my sister Lisa left me with mixed emotions. We both confessed to having developed strong feelings for each other that went beyond normal sibling affection. It even went beyond the amazing physical connection that she and...
It took almost an hour for my husband Jacques to find me. I was in the slave trader's parlor, a large and beautifully decorated room with intricately patterned red carpets and plush velvet drapes. The room was decorated with oil paintings depicting the auction of naked women, and several life-sized statues of naked slave women chained on their knees or stand...
Computer technician Seymour Cousineau (32), was annoyed to be accompanying Fred Stiles to a domestic client experiencing problems. The job was a fucking sub-performing laptop, not a complete company system gone AWOL. He assumed that odd-ball diversion related to his position as being one of the best computer systems engineer of the 33 electronic engineers/...
Part II The sacred behavioural modification altar The altar stands about one foot high, a foot and a half wide and two feet long. The top forms an arch four inches higher in the middle where seven triangular rotating oak spindles span the width of the altar, about an inch and a quarter apart. Both ends of the altar are flat and smooth; only the slaves bell...
"So, I'll be cleaning up after people's meals?" Sophie said, eagerly. She had been looking for a job for about 6 months now, after leaving work at the supermarket. "That's fine. I'll take it." The interviewer smiled. "I'm so glad you accepted. We've been looking for someone for a while and you do fit the bill. I can't believe you moved here all the way from...
Dearest Little Fish, You are, and always will be, the most amazing girl. I will never forget you. You told me once that your mom still had a lot of her old love letters from when she was a teenager. That's a treasure. There's nothing I can keep, because you and I were a secret. We had love letters, cards from birthdays and Valentines, lots of little notes...
"Fuck you, Jenny. We're through. Good bye, you bitch!" Harry Dick, mediocre private detective, and well known wanker, shouted into the telephone receiver. "Now calm down, Harry. I'm trying to make it up to you," came the reasoning voice of the insane porn-mystery writer, Jenny Jackson. "I know I've put you into some, shall we say, uncomfortable situations i...
Wank Gough, aka 'The Goughster' here, with some guidelines to help all you WASPs (White Ango-Saxon protestants) out there fulfil your cuckold status. Now, as I'm all about the love, here's a little warning: tetchy WASPs who don't think they're natural and willing cuckolds might want to stop reading here, as you're likely to not be able to cope with ideas w...
Chapter 1: The new-ish boy in town In Astrid's humble opinion, Coven meetings had to be the biggest waste of time ever. Coven meetings, magic, witches. she knew it was supposed to be cool, it was supposed to be a sisterhood, and all wonderful and blah, blah, blah. But Astrid found it was mostly just incredibly boring. A prime example? Astrid spent the la...