Author's Note: This story contains elements some readers may not be comfortable with, even though this is erotic fiction and real people are not being affected. There is a degree of reluctance involved, and what is harmless fantasy might in real life be a serious crime. Cheating is used as an erotic device; also not pleasant or moral in reality. If these e...
This is a continuation of The Wet Nurse (Fetish), my tale of the Stearns family PROLOGUE On a clear autumn day in 1901, a man and his son walked through a dense forest. With each gust of wind, leaves showered down and settled on the trail: a kaleidoscope of yellow, bright orange, and deep red. The man, Edwin Stearns, carried a small single-shot rifle with...
- 1972 - Three women sat on the couch facing me. Behind them were cheap prints of big eyed kids probably retrieved from a garage sale, and the fake-wood coffee table in front was littered with weed, papers and empty bottles. We were all still bleary from last night's party. The last of the guests left at 3 am, and the girls had to shake me awake from my pl...
"Well... Are you going to let me in?" Jasmine asked the incredulous staring Gus. Pushing her way inside, she was breathing heavily. Shaking slightly, she touched Gus's shoulder. "We have much to talk about." His mouth open in disbelief, Gus scrambled to make sense of what he was seeing. Mere seconds earlier he and Jasmine had been upstairs making love and n...
Chapter Five: Panti Pops Her Top Cherri had no intention of going to lunch. She read the contract on the bus on the way back to Debenhams and did some mental math. If Wendy was right about the band's success Michelle Murphy could set herself up in her own right. She could move out of home and live full time transgendered until she decided how far she intend...
Chapter 14 - Naked on the moors Zara had been as happy as anything at his suggestion of making a couple of days of it. Two nights in the hotel, but what did Gary want to do with the day between? Of course Gary had asked what Zara wanted. Did she want to go sightseeing? That had been the reserve plan. What Gary had really wanted to do had made Zara giggle bu...
The wheels made a distinctive drone, as I sped along the interstate. I was on my way to meet Joan, for the first time. I hoped things went well. I hope Joan would find me desirable, and, in time, become my first and only sex slave. We had E-mailed back and forth, for a month or so. Then about two weeks a go, we started talking, on the phone. If this weekend...
The man sat at a corner table in the coffee shop surreptitiously eyeing off the woman sitting on a stool at bar. She was dressed in a navy blue suit; her jacket was open, revealing well-formed breasts swelling her white satin blouse, which opened to the second button so that a hint of lace bra was displayed. Her legs were crossed and her skirt had ridden up...
Ron drove Scott and Rachael into the city, heading back to the Mandalay Bay Hotel. Ron was still adamant about not wanting Charlene involved in Rachael’s escort service but Rachael wanted to continue operating the business. Scott was thinking about the business’s financial statements, which illustrated a very profitable venture even though it had been embezz...
Anyone watching Rachelle Bannion push her cart full of groceries across the half-empty parking lot could tell that she was not a happy woman. The stress showed in her face and in the little worry lines in her forehead. Oblivious to her surroundings, she mentally went over the last three nights at home with her husband. She had done all the right things and f...