This is not my first story, but I will explain that I became a foot fetish mistress as part time work, and yes for the $250/hour I charge but also because my husband (yes husband) made me agree to tell him every detail of my adventures while he plays with my feet and pleasures himself. It is his secret turn on. This particular job came about after I adverti...
Clay managed to wake up before his coach did the day following the cemetery visit. Just as he had planned to. He managed to grab a few things from the compartment in his nightstand quietly enough to avoid waking the older man, and then carefully made his way to the bathroom. He closed the door softly behind himself before hitting the light. The boy then laid...
Chapter 16: The Galician King ***** "Why, Commodore, I do believe you're poking me from behind." Jack smiled as his eyes remained closed. It was still early enough that he didn't want to hazard a glance just yet, preferring to remain pressed into the sweet-smelling woman in front of him. However, it was only with a quick glance that he saw the dark hair,...
The story I'm about to relate to you is 100% true, word for word. Only the names have been changed. Marie It was a warm, June night and I was driving down the main street of town. A car coming in the opposite direction, beeped it's horn and a guy waved me down. I pulled over to the curb and looking into my rear view mirror, I watched the car m...
Photographer Greg & Teacher Greg Johnson was arguably the best junior photographer of all times. When he was in Junior High School he started photographing all the senior high games in every sport. His eight grade class had a show where any student could display his or her art. He made a display of his action shots for his entry. He not only won the blue ri...
Author's note and acknowledgements This story has sat on my hard drive for four years now. I wrote it, all twenty chapters and 95,000 words of it in eight days of a frenzied, near trance-like state, sitting on my couch with my wife's laptop. She would occasionally have to remind me to eat. When the dust settled, and I looked up, I realized a couple of...
A bit of background about myself - my name is Charles and I'm nineteen. I am reasonably good-looking, quite intelligent, personable and friendly. I'm not the most popular guy in town but neither am I without friends. I guess you could call me an average sort of guy. With one small exception. No, I'm not talking about my cock. I'm talking about my general st...
Neetu was a hard working woman. Indeed, she had done it hard most of her life. She was born into a relatively well to do family in India, but was married off at a fairly young age to a man whom she had never met before. Like a lot of arranged marriages, her husband was much older than she was, and in Neetu's case, Kumar was a full 20 years older. She was on...
Cleo kneels before me, silently. She knows she's erred, and that I'm going to punish her, but she just hopes that I don't use my Stimulant, which is ten straightened wire coat hangers tied together at the end with a chain. "Husk, please...I know I deserve punishment, but please don't be too hard on me, Master." Listen to her whine, my lord. Having her brea...
"I would, honey, but you're still a child," I said to her gently. We'd had this argument several times already, so I knew the details by heart. She'd exclaim that she was finally of legal age, could even vote. I, in turn, would reply that because she was still a virgin she was, technically, still a child. Of course I had an agenda. There were many things I...