Genre-buster, or genre-slave? You decide! * I've read them, you've read them. The genre. The visiting aunt who gives enemas to nieces and nephews. Aunt Amy, Aunt Betty, Aunt Carol, Aunt Clem (my favourite) and many others. It is a familiar theme, it seems, and most of them are well-written (I speak as an English major). Why is it the aunt though? It can...
Anna and I moved to a larger apartment in Paris in 1989. It was in a very old building near the river and it was on the top floor overlooking the low city. When the apartments were built in the mid 1800's it was not too common to have a private bathroom (or Toilet as it is called there) in each apartment. Sometime in the early 1930's two apartments on the to...
Joyce Ch. 01: The Choice Looking back from the vantage point of three score years and ten, one sees many scenarios where an alternative choice of action could have sent events in a completely different direction – maybe for the better and maybe not. I have often thought of what might have happened had I elected to be bolder at certain times. Forty years a...
It was well past six o'clock when I finished wrapping my tits in those damn bandages to make me look flat. It had taken me thirty minutes to tape my generous C cup breasts down flat enough that you didn't notice them through the sweater. I had to look like a boy if this was going to work out for me. My goal was to pick up a girl at this years Halloween par...
"So you little swine, now that you have been inducted into the inspirational conditioning of the holy crop enhanced by the sacred altar and since I'm sure we now understand each other really well, you will be given a daily responsibility. When I bathe or use the toilet you will wash my anus and then...lick it vigorously, other sows service other parts of my...
For at least the last two years, Master has been encouraging me to suck the cock of a stranger. i've always balked at actually attempting it. Not from any objection to the task, but from a belief that i simply couldn't do it. i had never been able to go out and pick up a guy to fuck. In college, i went through periods of being desperate to get laid, and so...
It had been so long ago I hesitated to make the call, but it was lonely in the Motel room and I decided I had nothing to lose. His name was Norm and had been a good friend in high school, but that was 20 years ago! Norm had married Sonja, the prettiest girl in school, right after they graduated. He had gone directly into his father's hardware business and...
He wasn't sure how she had convinced him to do it but now he was collecting his own pee in an old milk carton with a green screw on lid. The smell was terrible but over a couple of days he had not far off three pints of it. Trouble was that during the same period he had played with himself a lot. He had so much stuff in his head he had to get it out one way...
Day Eight 8 am I rush out of bed, quickly getting changed into my clothes. I'm late for work but Tom has a late meeting so he's still lying in bed as he watches me struggle to get to work on time. "Strip for me!" he says laughing, trying to pull up my pleated skirt to fuck me. I slap him playfully, telling him to save it for tonight. He's slightly disap...
For a couple of years in the 2010's, I was a blowjob artist at a club on the outskirts of town. It wasn't much of a club, just a room above a pub really, but for a six-month period it was popular with a certain city crowd — the sexually curious but too young and intimidated to really be swingers. I was a good blowjob artist, I think (when you see videos onli...