Dearest Anne, My post brings tidings but I must first impart upon you the most harrowing experience I recently suffered. After a sojourn at my cottage up country, I had decided to return to town and, as is my pertinence, prepared to start my journey shortly before nightfall. Yes, I know you have warned me it is not wise for a lady to travel after dark thes...
The one branch of government that you can always be assured of perpetual dysfunction is the US Supreme Court. Put aside that the former administration injecting two highly corrupted corporate justices to the US Supreme Court. Put aside these same justices made past & current decisions that placed this country back over one hundred years when they illegally...
Dear Shoeblossom: It is so weird writing to you! I'm almost twenty-one, and don't know a whole lot about dominance and submission, except that my stepbrother Ludovic is into it, and I've gotten involved in it with him. Kinda. Ludovic is just the sweetest guy, and he raised me after my stepdad left and my mom was committed to the nuthouse for schizophrenia....
Dear Shoeblossom Men call me a tease. I guess I come by it naturally. I love getting guys in trouble. I remember when I was about nineteen or twenty, getting to know my new stepbrother. Mom had married a fire-and-brimstone preacher type, he was rich, and I think later she got sick of him monitoring her TV time and then she took him for a lot of cash. But...
Spring in West Virginia comes cold to the runs and valleys and warm to the low mountain hills, when the sun heats them in the afternoon. My time there was brief. The boy, his name reserved so that even as this time has passed, he won't be embarrassed by what I am about to tell ... The boy intrigued me. Thin. Not tall. His high cheekbones flushed often when o...
What can you say about poor Charlie? He was a ten year old boy who stayed out of trouble and rarely complained about anything. Of course, Charlie was an only child, making it easy for his parents when it came to raising him. Then one summer day, his whole life would change forever. One little incident would change the attitude of the citizens of this small,...
Lon laughed, as he pulled his pickup truck up near Kearney and Geneva's street. Lon was remembering one of his most recent visits... Kearney was bound hand and foot on his back on the living room rug, and Geneva, clad in a body stocking, was rubbing her full, bare buttocks over Kearney's bulging, red penis. As Gen squatted over Kearney's crotch area, Lon h...
In the little village in which I grew up, the whole idea of making soul cakes to give out to the poor on All Saints Eve was a bit ... well ... strange. Apart from the Mays (who owned both Manor Farm and the stone quarry) we residents of Lower Steadlea were all as poor as each other. Nevertheless, sometime during the last few days of each October our cottage...
Part 1 Lara was bored. She hadn't been fucked, really fucked, in a very long time and her pussy was aching to be sore. She still made love with her husband and it was nice but, she had started to realise, she needed something more. No-one had taken her to that special place where only something new, something different, could take her and she longed to find...
David Dumbar had plodded through the years without much fanfare. He'd been at UNICORP since forever. It was a large and torpid organization, the sort of place where a dull, straightforward cove like David could fester away unobtrusively in middle management. His last promotion had been a decade ago. His next move would be a decade from now and that would be...