(It was 1892 and I, David Shaw, then aged 19 joined 'Maynard and Son, Purveyors to Gentlewomen and the Aristocracy' on Upper Richmond Road, Putney. The job involved providing 'underskirt services' to single women. This was my third day with the firm) *** I was given the following address by Mr. Maynard's secretary and arrived there promptly at half past tw...
The Summer after I finished my A levels I was invited to spend a week with my aunt, uncle and cousin at their home in the Compton Valley as a way of putting all the exam stress behind me. On my first evening with them they took me for a meal in the old pub in the village. It was a real old English pub, thatched and half timbered with black oak beams, a low c...
Life is strange. Just when you've got a handle on things, when you can finally see the path ahead - everything you've taken for granted seems to vanish in the pure light of day. Paradigms shift, leaving you breathless and unsure of yourself. Your children grow up and leave to begin a life of their own. An uncle you hardly remember leaves you his prized Bill...
When you've been cheated upon once you become suspicious – at least I did. My first husband Jay, who I thought was the love of my life when I got married at the ripe old age of twenty two, was not who I thought he was when it came to the issue of fidelity. It retrospect, he was probably cheating on me for years before I finally caught him red handed. The onl...
I hadn't thought about this in years. I've been married for 15 years and stories about ex-girlfriend's and their mothers are not the kind of thing you brag about at the dinner table. The thing that brought this memory back was meeting this particular mother in the mall parking lot. I was getting out of my car and I saw this old lady coming toward me. She see...
The drive home was quiet. Martha sat in her seat and would look over and smile at me. "What are you thinking", I laughed? My hand reached over and pushed her dress up her thighs. Since my car does not have one of those middle consoles, she was sitting close to me. Martha laughed. "I'm sitting here fantasizing about what a good slut I want to become for you....
"Shush, my King... do no try to speak." She whispered. "You have been under a spell, and it will take quite some time before you are strong again." "Then the deed is done?" he asked. His voice sounded rough, sand against glass. "Yes, my liege." said the princess, bowing her head to him. "Her reign is over." To her surprise, a tear welled up in his eye, ro...
This is a crime thriller with some romantic sex, a smidgeon of violent non consensual sex and interesting by-play between various characters whom I hope you'll enjoy reading about. It has ten chapters, and I do hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Definition of a Sociopath -- someone unconcerned about the adverse consequences for othe...
The thought of his lips on her clit sent a buzz through her belly and up her spine -- like sexual thoughts had intoxicated her mind when she was a teenager. But she was no longer a teenager. Professor Sherry looked in the mirror in the restroom before she walked back to her class. She didn't look 40. She definitely didn't feel 40. Her palms pushed down aga...
You should read 'Banished to Purgatory?' and 'Banished (2) before you read this. * As I strolled down the slight hill through the light drizzle towards the cannery, I reflected on life's strange twists and turns. I had been turfed out of the family home by Benjamin Goodhew after he and my wife Bethany had discovered me cumming all over the broad white arse...