Later that evening Chrissy kissed her parents good night and after cleaning her teeth went in to her bed room. She picked some music and turned it up a little more than she normally did, not enough for her parents in the next room to complain but enough that she couldn't hear the TV. Chrissy lay naked on her bed with her legs wide open she began to explore h...
This is the first story I have submitted, I would welcome any feedback. ***** My name is Mark, I'm 55 and a widower. I am fortunate to live in a small country town where everyone pretty much knows everyone and people still look out for each other. There are just over a thousand people living in town and the surrounding farming districts. I spend my days te...
It was Sunday morning. Samantha was staring at the mirror. She wearing her summer dress, makeup was perfect, the wig was on perfect, and she was wearing her three-inch heels. Today she was going out to do shopping. She was going outside for the first time as a girl, and she was a nervous wreck. The slave had spent the last few days walking and talking like...
It was supposedly a "boutique hotel" housed in a 19th-century mansion, but the place just looked old. That's one of the downsides of working for a small business - travel is done on the cheap. After checking in, I climbed the old wooden stairs to my room on the first floor. As I unlocked the door of room 5, the door of the next room opened a fraction. A midd...
Meghna's parents were over the moon. They were always told that her beautiful daughter would bring them good fortune. But this was huge - They had received a marriage proposal from an NRI groom. For those in her small village, marrying their daughter to a city boy is a herculean task. But now they were sending her daughter to marry a Non Resident Indian in A...
It was just me and Mini from now on. My father—or at least his body—remained back home where he could easily be forgotten. That is, after all, the first step to overcoming grief: forgetting. Part of forgetting was moving. After dad died I decided to sell the house and leave Seraphina behind me for good. My father had left me a substantial amount of money—mo...
A few years ago, I lived in a 19th-century apartment with a court-yard view into another apartment, which was occupied by an approximately 65-year, grey-haired, but very well-kept women. During the first summer I lived there, temperatures rose to almost 40°C, without really cooling down at night. I had been working on a thesis and, subsequently, I spent a co...
Real Selfish Lover was written a few years ago and I've only posted it now. The follow up is part 2 of this relationship. It details when we got back together and our subsequent journey from then. Enjoy. After splitting up, we didn't see each other for 8 years. During that time, I had a few relationships and she had a couple herself. By this time I was si...
There is no sex in this story. It is instead an exploration of the double standards and hypocrisy that exist in today's society towards those people in the sex industry, the prostitutes and brothel owners who see themselves as participants in a service industry that sometimes caters for those who would destroy it. I am aware that I'm going out on a limb wit...
"You're hot for me?" Camilla asked with a shudder. "Why shouldn't I be?" Ms. Callahan asked. "You are sooooo easy on the eye. Yes, I conform to the radical feminist stereotype: I am a lesbian. Come on, you, off with your clothes, if you and Candice want to graduate." This was a first for Camilla: not wanting to show someone her naked body. Normally she lov...