"Slutty Nurse, Kinky Bunny, Slutty Pumpkin, Horny Devil, Fallen Angel" I read off the labels as I flip through the costumes. For the hundredth time I think, who invites some one to a dress up Halloween party with only 2 days notice? Nasty Pussy wait, this one's interesting... Oh, just cat ears, a body suit and a tail, for the bargain price of $99. Sigh, it...
American readers may be inclined to think the following is a work of fiction, and if my wife ever reads it, I hope that she does, too. * Having landed in Frankfurt for a business meeting but having some hours to kill, I drove my rental car up the A5 north and east around the city to the nearby village of Burgholzhausen. At the edge of the village, between...
"How long do we have?" I say, unclasping your bra and laying you down on your bed. "I'm not sure." you say through heavy breaths. "Terri said she'd be here at eight." "Good." I say, chewing your bottom lip as I toss your bra into the open closet. "We've got an hour." I lay you down on the bed. You're naked from the waist up. You throw your arms up, one on...
Chapter 5: Training with the Girls Lyla: After I'd recovered, Daddy and Uncle Peter left me alone with Nikki, saying that I needed to spend the day training before my punishment later that night. I was scared to be punished. I knew I shouldn't have fought Daddy when he'd pushed his cock down my throat, but it was so big I was gagging. I couldn't help it; i...
Rehabilitation: A narrative from Ms. Gimply's collection. We were on our way to our first party since I was injured. It was only an informal afternoon gathering at my cousin Mary's place. Tad, my husband, had helped me into the car and stashed my wheelchair in the trunk. I was looking forward to getting out. But I was nervous about showing my newly acquired...
I first met my wife whilst I was on a break in Durban, South Africa five years ago. I was based in Lusaka in the final year of a four year assignment in Zambia and I needed a week or two in a somewhat normal country and found a small but elegant beachside guest house on the internet and booked in for a week. The owner promised to send her daughter to meet me...
My name is Linda La-Patience. I'm a young woman of French-Canadian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Montreal, Quebec, but Ontario has been my home for a long time. I stand five-foot-seven, slender and wiry, with long Black hair, alabaster skin and pale green eyes. How I met my husband is one for the ages. I...
In quaint. Quaint is quiet little village in rural England. The kind of place that time ahs forgotten about but the tourists haven't yet heard of. They played cricket on the village green, in summer, drank locally brewed real ale in pub, ducks got fat on the bread thrown to them on the village pond, dutifully raising clutches of ducklings to amuse the vill...
The key struggled with the lock and finally opened the door. Jim shut the door behind himself and sighed. There, on the mirror by the door, was a white envelope hanging crooked. He quickly glanced around the apartment and back at the mirror. “Just great.” Jim’s hand reached out as he walked past the mirror, and plucked the envelope. “What a perfect end to a...
The email notification chimes on my phone, distracting me from dinner. It's only a platter from the twenty-four hour Mexican joint down the road, so I wipe my fingers on the napkin in front of me, ready to read. Between bites of carnitas and corn tortilla, I tap on the email app to find another note from Maryland. Tombstone— I reread your email from yeste...