© Naoko Smith 2016 Grateful thanks to Bramblethorn, and to Bramblethorn's wife, for reading and commenting at very short notice on the story and helping out with suitable suggestions for young Victorian ladies' wardrobe items and sports activities. I had the idea for this story when I read on the Authors' Hangout that doctors used to use vibrators in Vict...
My interest in bra's began when I was nineteen, I remember getting ready to go to bed and washing up. Mom just left the shower and I saw her white lacy bra hang out of the red wicker hamper and I picked it up. I don't know why her white silky and lacy bra turned me on but it did and that bra found its way into the back pocket of my jeans and the bulge covere...
The Vicar of St. Dunstan's has what many men would call an ideal setup: a circle of women, called the Quilting Ladies, who attend to his needs in a--comprehensive manner, so to speak. The membership of this circle has shifted over the course of the larger story, but the overall relationship has remained fairly stable. This series has provided glimpses into t...
What a night I had in Liverpool. I just bought this short black sequenced dress that was very enticing; at least that is what Dirk told me. I had no bra under it but was wearing white stockings and my black fuck me shoes. Whenever I went into a pub, it was like everyone turned to look at me or it felt that way. I would sit on a bar stool and cross my legs, h...
Jason stared at Granny, dumbstruck. At the culmination of their battle, Pearl had hurled her at the ground with the force of a falling meteor. She had been broken and unconscious after her defeat at Pearl's hands. Yet there Granny sat, awake, whole, and very, very aware. And although she projected calm, Jason knew by now to be wary of her kind. "Right,"...
For all of you who have followed this story since the beginning, those of you who have discovered it along the way, and those of you who will find it in the future, I appreciate your readership. This is the final chapter of UCLA to Big D. I strongly encourage you to read the epilogue as well...the final chapter is dedicated to all of you supposed know-it-all...
Southern Louisiana, May 2013 She told me she was an actress. If she hadn't, I probably would have said she should be, as a pickup line. I would have used any line I could have on this beauty, though. It was ironic that I couldn't take my eyes off her when I saw her at the bar, yet she was the one who had the stones to approach me for a drink -- instead of...
Pt. V: The Good Doctor Brett Sanderson had anticipated some difficulty in persuading Caitlin Cornplanter, Ph.D., to accompany him to Las Vegas and meet with Jack Davis. He couldn't have been more wrong about the good doctor's enthusiasm for the endeavor. "First, Brett, call me Caitlin," she interrupted when they spoke for the first time on the phone. "Sec...
On the previous Saturday, Jenni and Rhonda had worked on procedural documentation and discussing the hard-copy and filing systems and development of the magazine's website already underway. When they had started this exacting task, Jenni had assumed that she'd simply dictate her comments and Rhonda would compile them as best as she could, then would prese...
"Banana" The first thing I saw when the sun's light peeked through all three windows in the east wall was my pillow with my hand pressing on it. I think I dreamed about John being there after the all-nighter of love making. My hand then went lower and felt something soft. It was velvet like in my fingers, and goes right through my fingers. When someone groa...