Minerva By Denham Forrest, The Wanderer Minerva chapter 05 As you might imagine, being two reporters short on a small local weekly rag, we were all a bit pushed. Although it did mean the rest of us grunts moved up a notch or two. I found myself spending nearly every morning either in the local magistrate's court and most afternoons on obituaries, or...
Taking the Friday off work was not without its consequences. Keira and Jamie were both besieged by emails and texts with various requests which they had successfully ignored over most of the weekend. But by Sunday afternoon it was time to pay the piper, and instead of tapping each other's bodies, they were tapping out texts and emails. Jamie splayed himsel...
Tess is my wife/ My lovely, loving wife! We had only been married such a short time when I had my accident! Tess and I had been in our car, travelling at a steady pace and minding our own business when this idiot comes screaming around a corner and smashes right into us! Tess escaped without so much as a scratch, but I am in hospital and won’t be out for mon...
All characters in this story are fictional and over 18. All activity portrayed is based on fantasy and between 2 consenting adults. * They had been out shopping all day. Daddy had bought her many lovely new clothes, shorts, skirts, tops and under ware. Of course she had insistent on opening her new Disney tee shirt and little denim shorts immediately and...
(This is a newly written story which I've shared elsewhere too and I expect to form part of an ongoing series. It is entirely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons, living or otherwise, is entirely coincidental. All characters are well over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy it.) Monday Afternoon. Anne Glenson counted the day's arrivals as th...
I love getting out of the office at lunchtime. It gives me an opportunity to clear my head, and listen to either Jim Rome or Colin Cowerd on sports talk radio, as I drive to one of the local eateries. Since I'm trying to watch my waist, along with my budget, I usually hit the local Subway at least once a week. It's a fairly popular spot, so there's usually...
Part 1 (Emails) Dear Spanker Sam: I can't believe that I am writing this. I feel so strange, and yet I feel that I have to tell you. My name is Samantha. I am 58 years old, widowed and black. Up to this moment, I had not read any nasty stories yet alone write to the person who writes them. But there is something about your stories that are compelling to sa...
Everyone in this fictional story is over 18 and consenting. Play safe, people. ***** Chapter One Katie Parsons stared glumly at her screen as she agonised over her next move. Jobs in general were in short supply. Jobs in a little village like hers were like pots of gold at the end of elusive rainbows. Despite this, three days in and she seemed to be inten...
My story jumps forward 20 years to May of this year. In the intervening years I've been married twice, lived with two other guys and never had any children. My career, as it is, has consisted of a succession of dead-end shop and restaurant work; moving from town to town across the UK and a Summer in Ibiza. "Well, well, well...some people never change. Do t...
CHAPTER 9 - An unexpected fetish. "Hey," Isha said, sitting down next to Effy. "Did you get that book you needed?" They had just had a lesson together, with Amy. Effy had rushed off to the library after, before they had all agreed to meet again and have lunch together. It had been a tough lesson, with Effy and Isha stealing coy glances at each other. The...