previously published in Tears on Black Roses 1999 "...And in her most imitigable rage, Into a cloven pine; within which rift, Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain A dozen years; within which space she died..." - Shakespeare, The Tempest * * * * * The sky to the east grew dark, as the clouds gathered and undulated like giant mammals swimming across...
This is the third in the "Great Recession" series of short stories. It picks up immediately after the second. This and all future stories are dedicated to my own Goddess and Queen, my wife, Mistress Marie. _______________ Laura's collaring was not as significant as I might have led you to believe. She immediately explained it was a training collar for the...
The journey home was short and quiet, both parties thinking of the evening to come. Sean wanted more than ever to capture his wife on video, particularly as he now knew what lingerie she was wearing. It was just a question of how? For her part, Natasha looked flushed, her breasts heaved, her nipples were very visible through the thin material of the summer d...
Chapter 02: A Fever-Dream I behaved following my correction at the Doctor's hands. Truly, I did. I no longer snuck out to the mill or the copse for my clandestine indulgences in reading and writing. After my punishment, I made every effort to content myself with sitting respectably indoors and reading by candle-light. I even domesticated my habits enough to...
If, as I was waking up in my hotel bed this morning, you'd kneeled by my bedside and told me how this evening would go, I couldn't have believed you if I was as high as Paula and I were now. This exact scenario, or some variation of it, had been a secret fantasy of mine since July. That's when Paula moved into my office — Paula, the cute, sarcastic-as-hell,...
Let me start by saying that at the time of this story, (1982) my wife was a young 5'5" brunette with a great figure. Other than one encounter in 1978, (See:"My Very First Time") my wife had never fucked another man up until then. She was a virgin when we married, so as you can guess she fucked him after we were married. We had discussed her dating other men...
This is a true story and Sam is not her real name. To all those evil opinionated Anonymous commentators this took place in a time that STDs were closely monitored by the Military, and this life style has nothing to do with my cock size or having homosexual tendencies. This life style was a total turn on, and unless you have never experienced it, my opinion i...
I hadn't been at my new—and first—embassy posting for more than three days when the Vientiane chief of station called me into his office to give me an important assignment. "Yes, I can see how important the assignment is, Luther," I said to the Agency's head spy in Laos, "But why me? I mean I didn't finish training at the Farm until three weeks ago, and I'm...
The day started much as it had done for the past seven years or so. The alarm sounded and received it's usual savage beating. Meg growled, wriggled a little and shimmied her butt into my groin. Purring as she spread her legs just a crack to allow my dawn horn to slip along her pink bits and nestle into a warm thigh embrace. An inexplicable 'nine' minutes la...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old...