This time of year the sweltering, humid nights come early to this Florida beachside community; Lia often comes by on these steamy nights. My house is a white Craftsman cottage bounded on two sides in sand grass and brushed by swaying palmettos and bald cypress trees. This is my la douce France'. In Balzac's words this patch of sandy earth is my Touraine. L...
When visitors from Western shores see the domestic help whom almost all Indian households employ, they are in turns, horrified, disgusted, envious, after which a reluctant and inhibiting feeling of taking advantage of someone else's bad times overcomes them. They then tend to treat the ministrations of such "servants" as we call them, as if they were being t...
(FORBIDDEN) Somewhere under that giant blue quilt over there my boyfriend Gavin is curled up having innocent dreams. I can hear him whispering to himself. He often does that when hes sleeping. I sometimes wake up in the darkness to hear snatches of his confused conversation. I can never make out whole sentences. Just the occasional word. Its almost 4....
I found myself gravitating towards the scat section of the store in the weeks leading up to my epiphany. I had cruised the tit torture display the month before and extreme spanking rack the month before that. These pilgrimages were limited to Friday nights and undertaken only out of necessity. I needed to be thoroughly disgusted. You see, I had a life outs...
(Copyright 2001. All rights reserved). All events and characters are fictitious. * * * * * Laurie lifted her head from between Taylor's thighs and licked her lips as the truck jolted to a halt. She could hear Amanda making cumming noises in the front of the cab then the driver moved through the curtains and almost threw her out of the way as he took her...
"Are we whores?" Liz turned from the mirror where she was applying her makeup and stared at her roommate. "Are we whores? What do you mean?" "Are we prostitutes?" Christy clarified as she checked out a black spandex outfit and a red latex dress. "I mean, we're paid to be at the club. We're paid to be sexy and hang around. No one ever said we had to have s...
Lee drowsily rolled over onto her stomach, lifting her head off the fluffy hotel pillow to squint at the bedside clock. Her tiny, thin t-shirt pulled up over her hips, but she still felt weighted down by the thick, luxurious hotel bed covers. Her miniscule lacy panties didn't provide much barrier from the scratchy blanket to her ass, but she didn't mind. She...
Teddy Jonas was eighteen and always had a rough time in life. He was overweight and tried to play the role of the jolly fat kid, but was by nature the gentle giant, who found himself picked on and pushed around by smaller mean kids. Aware of his own size and strength, he was afraid of hurting someone and so rarely fought back physically. As a result, when...
Changing planes in Chicago is always tough, maybe the toughest. There are no direct flights from New Orleans to Montreal. I make the trek five or six times each year, and I never get used to it. (Hospital and cemetery duty and guilt. Nothing you'd be interested in reading about.) I walk half-way around the terminal to get to Gate 21 -- always the same gate...
"No way am I doing that," Eva said incredulously. "It's not fair. I'm rubbish at poker." "Fair? What are you talking about, Eva?" Danny added, "I lose and you make me take off my pants. You lose and you won't even get in the pool fully clothed." She wore short shorts that showed off her legs and a white tank top. "But its cold," Eva said with a fake whine....