Another MIKE CLAYMORE MYSTERY: Marcel A novel by David Horton Copyright 2020 Chapter 1 It's Friday, January 2nd,1998 and the Claymore household is quite still after the panic of the New Years Eve party of Wednesday last. Guests at their home included Trudy and all her kids. It was not the ideal way to settle into a new home but all in all, it had g...
Who was Betty & why did she think I was her prey? Earlier that night a woman in glasses came down to my end of the bar to buy some smokes from the machine -- I watched her out of the corner of my eye. I could tell she knew I was watching her because she studiedly refused to glance my way. She was blond-haired, which did not impress me particularly, but sh...
So... I never got over the things that happened to me in high school. I never moved on with my life. I existed. I allowed myself to live in the moments of my greatest humiliation. I lived tied up in that van where they pissed on me, lived in that pool of filth. I don't know if I've really lived anywhere else since, until Gordon and Dick Bigsuit came into my...
This story is about pee. Peeing on, in, and all around three people who have come to enjoy it fully. If this subject disturbs you, I suggest that you find another story to read. If it excites you and you are an adventurous sort, then please read on, and add a comment at the end. It never ever occurred to me that it could be fun, or sensuous, or sexy. It was...
PRELUDE Cathleen walked into my office and as she had so many times, she closed and locked the door and then put the door brace in place. This was so no one would walk in on us unexpectedly. I looked at her and smiled but I reminded her of my schedule. "I have to go to President's Council in 30 minutes," I told her. "I know I saw it on your calendar. We...
"You coming to my fucking party tonight?!" "Yeah man, of course dude!" "It's gonna be fucking off the hook!" "Kevin, perhaps you can share the details of your party after class?" Our history teacher Mr Langmead was staring over at us exasperatedly. "What are you doing tonight sir? Do you wanna come to my party?" Kevin was grinning foolishly back at L...
As the new slave and his new owner were removing their masks in the exit corridor, the slave's nose was alerted by the smell of leather. He turned to see Madam Harriet and Fiona Brown smile at his Mistress, then fix their leering gaze upon him, sneering as they viewed the erect cock that ached for relief after the spectacle they had orchestrated. Harriet mov...
I know that everyone starts the story with: This is my TRUE story. Well I'll just say that 99% of this story is true and the other 1%? Well it involves things I had wished I had done or said with Ronnie. I am a middle aged white male living alone. I am also quite the computer nerd. And I am 100% blind. On the evenings that I do not go out with friends to so...
Note from the Author: This is a story about ABDL. The first word being Adult. All sexual encounters center around Adults, above the age of 18. This story also contains BDSM, plushophilia, watersports, and various other fetishes. For those that are grammar freaks, please don't comment on my improper grammar use. I could care less. At least it doesn't have...
When I think back, I often wonder how happy I would have been if we hadn't gone out to dinner that night. Happier? Certainly not, as I am very content with my life at the moment. Maybe just as happy? That's more difficult, and I don't know. I'll never know. I met Jessy in my early twenties, soon after I finished my studies. We went out together off and on f...