Kirsty smiled as she watched Monika swing on her play set. The day was chilly and a bit grey. Those dark clouds over head were just another reminder of him...and last night. She dropped her head and toyed with a blade of tall brown grass. Even that would be gone soon, hidden under the white of snow, she mused. Breakfast this morning had been tense to say t...
This story follows Rodney's Nude Humiliation Cpt 14 and Days of the Raj. If you like CFNM I am sure it will appeal to you. ***** In the warming sun of a mid-Western summer, in a grove of Mrs Reilly's garden framed by trellises and rose shrubs, the well-dressed ladies milled about. It was one of the finest gardens in the mid-West and the ladies presented a...
Chapter 30: Recovery Creedon was not a bad being. He was not ignorant of the differences between good and evil. On the contrary. He was only too aware of that delicate balance. How the balance had tipped out of his favor. How he had to work to get it back. The powerful witch stared at the frazzled female village with curiosity. Currently he sat in a tree...
Author's Note: This story was edited by ErikThread and DaveT with my thanks and appreciation. Any errors are mine alone. Previously posted on another site. ***** Chapter 1 Meeting Georgette My name is John Carter Smith. As I write this I'm a recent graduate in chemical engineering and self-employed. I didn't have to be self-employed, but the job offers an...
George Appplewhite lay on his sheet, on his metal framed bed with its chipped cream paint. Outside the Gangetic plain offered up its steamy heat and its swill and ordure. The ceiling fan droned and creaked, stirring the sluggish air. This was his junior teacher's bedroom- hardly bigger than a closet- where he had slept since his arrival in India to teach at...
This is a fictional story; any resemblance is just coincidental and uncanny. I highly recommend reading previous chapters first, to understand the characters and plot better. Fair warning: this is a BDSM story involving Female domination, spanking, humiliation, and other fetishes. If this does not interest you, then please find something suitable to your i...
Author's Note: I am writing about events that happened long ago. I write with the benefit of hindsight as well as with the knowledge of Swati's innermost thoughts, feelings and motivations that she has so generously shared with me over the years. I would appreciate receiving readers' feedback. That is a great motivator for an author. *** I've known Swat...
Warning: This is a follow-up to Episode 1. It is recommended that you read the first story before tackling this one for a better understanding of the plot and events and also because characters will not be introduced again. In the previous episode, the story was narrated from Linda's son perspective, Josh. In this one, Linda becomes the narrator. ***** Sun...
This is a Summer Lovin' contest story. Please vote. * Stephen's love of his life is his sister's best friend, Summer, a woman eight years older than him. Summer, I'm in love with Summer, my sister Christine's best friend and I don't know what to do about it. Love at first sight, it all started the first time I saw Summer in the summer of 1968. She was in...
Caitlyn held the phone up, keeping her eyes on the road, and said, "Okay. Period. I'm. On. My. Way. E. T. A. Twenty. Minutes. Period. Send." She had to hope that saying it a little slower would prevent any embarrassing speech-to-text mess-ups, because she didn't have the attention to spare for a double check. "Call. Tori." Her sister's speakerphone-altered...