Credit to Conversations, who gave me the idea behind this story, and who also wrote the delightfully funny "Saving Miss Stacey," which I highly recommend you read first. Although she quite literally stole my character from me, who now presumably resides in hiding, I suppose being a near-omnipotent, certified narrator has its benefits... Once upon a time, th...
'Name's Ted, but because I am a Scouser down in London, you have guessed it, my followers call me Scouse. A plumber on building sites. The same followers say that I am built like a shithouse door! With the 'Vacant' notice written on my forehead. really I'm six feet tall with a broad hairy chest, hair which I had transferred from my head downwards. Yes, Madam...
Bonnie checked her watch. It was 10 o'clock. Bess should be up by now. She knocked on the door and then entered. "Bess, you up?" "Yeah," Bess answered, "in the kitchen." Bonnie entered the kitchen to find Bess seated at the table, sipping on a cup of hot tea. She was wearing a silk robe, loosely tied. The 5 hundred-dollar bills were stacked in the center o...
***AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks for all the comments. They keep me going. Please vote and comment and send me feedback.*** My best friend and next door neighbor, Karen, was kneeling naked and collared at my feet. She was also blindfolded. I was sitting in a comfortable arm chair in her living room. Her master, an extremely unusual plumber who had walked in to m...
About a week ago. My kitchen sink was stopped up and my garbage disposal stopped working. Knowing it was way out of my league to fix, I called a plumber. He told me that he would be at my place in about an hour. What was so frustrating about all this, was I was in the middle of getting ready to go out that night. I was so looking forward to a night out on th...
It all started innocently enough for Marcus. He had been dating Christina for six months. They spent nearly every free moment together and missed each other whenever they were apart. At first Marcus was just happy having sex nearly every night. Over time though, he started to fall for her. Christina was the type of girl that could easily be described as out...
I was on the home stretch of my run - just the last few hundred yards of the wood and then a couple of streets and I'd be home. I'd run the same course hundreds of times; every day after school for over three years. It was much like every other time I'd run the course until I noticed a man sat at a picnic table watching me closely. I wasn't used to having a...
“Yo baby!” he said, leering at her. “I hear you got a little problem with yer plumbing.” She trembled as she looked at him. He was six feet four and a half inches of muscled machismo--a ripped and chiseled specimen of perfect manhood. She felt herself blush as her nipples grew hard under the transparent silk nighty she had answered the door in. Damn, I shou...
"Dear Lynn Intelligent women don't - good girls never do - loving wives shouldn't -- and yet being all three of these I most certainly do. I've read some non-consent stories that have caused me to almost physically attack my husband to have my wicked way with him. I request your next essay have to do with women's guilt and shame regarding rape/control fan...
It was another, typical Monday morning for Linda. After what had been a fun weekend with a pleasant walk in the Cheshire countryside and some relaxing gardening it was back to the weekly reality of making a living. She'd not long been in work when her computer went dead and the water wouldn't drain from the sink in the washroom she shared between her office...