Thursday evenings my husband worked late. A teacher at the local high school he was one of those wonderfully conscientious people who'd volunteer for any (and all) after-hours activity. On Thursday nights he was supervising, of all things a hip hop dance crew. When he told me I snorted with laughter. And then when he'd struck a pose, holding out his hands li...
Saturday arrived after a week of hectic rehearsals. Growing even closer to Jennifer, wanting her so much it hurt, Peter could not help walking around with a huge grin on his face as he wondered how Jennifer was coping. His thoughts showed his plans were falling into place. In the taxi, he began muttering to himself. "It's so naughty of me not to tell he...
(If you are reading this before the first installment you may well be in need of discipline.) *** miss phillips walked on hands and knees to the end of the bed. In the soft light she stopped in front of another mirror. It was as if she were gazing into a portal, watching her breasts swaying like a harlot/housewife in exquisitely shot European erotica. To h...
Ch 1. Graduation. For me life started in a small village school with friends I had grown up with. Some drifted away, others became much closer. The change to secondary school and meant a new way of learning, with some subjects easier and others more difficult. Then came the realisation that any effort I was going to make, I should put into the things I was...
The gendarme's gave the impression they were used to this kind of shenanigans. One of them indicated we should all get dressed immediately. I fumbled about for my clothes, but couldn't find my boxer shorts - so I simply put my trousers over the silk stockings and Jo's panties I was wearing that were now filled with Pascal's cum. Jo rolled her skirt down, P...
Authors note: This story is an immediate sequel to my first story "Carol's Christmas". The events of this story deal with the younger man named Marcus who Mrs. Carson initiated into the mysteries of sex and submission in "Carol's Christmas". * Marcus was sweating bullets as he rang the door. He burned for Mrs. Carson...Mistress Carol...and needed to be wi...
We had tied up to the naval docks in Vung Tau unprepared for a confrontation with what had to be the sexiest woman in Southeast Asia, Kerri and Shauna's commanding officer, one Commander Lundgren, Navy Nurse Corps. We also didn't expect the commander to be accompanied by Admiral Elmo Zumwalt, who commanded all U.S. Naval Forces in Viet Nam, COMNAVVN. Fur...
Rose was sitting down by the rivers edge, watching the river twist and turn as it flowed swiftly by. It started to rain heavily, her clothes were soaked, she felt herself in a state of spacelessness. Her Master had written to her, telling her, that He was having to go abroad and that he wanted her to be taken care of during His absence. The reason that Rose...
Pauline woke suddenly from a dream. She lay in a sumptuous bed, the coverings scarlet in a room of scarlet. It was the second day of her confinement, the second day of his anger. She blinked, rubbing her bleary eyes as she stretched in the bed. He had been kind to her in his anger, had had the servants arrange a breakfast tray beside her bed. The food, by n...
(I posted this two-part story some years ago under my then username DomNovel, later perversely replying to comments as DominantStranger. I recently reMastered miss phillips. Here is the result.) ***** She came up the stairs on nervous high heels, her overnight bag full of what he'd instructed her to pack. In her hand she clutched her transcription of his v...