The sun rose majestically over Beckbury, burning away the cobwebs of the night long since passed as it sought to illuminate the town. The postman that morning was carrying a very important cargo -- though of course, he didn't realise it. Five envelopes. Five plain white manila envelopes made their way through the postal system and landed on five very differe...
Christopher skimmed through the schedule for the day. He had six lessons planned, four in his studio, two at the students' homes. He sighed and slouched on the arm chair next to the grand piano. The instrument reigned over the whole room, its dark smooth wood reflecting the morning light from the window, which annoyingly settled in a shiny rectangle on his e...
(AUTHORS NOTE: Please leave me feedback on this story and let me know if you would like it to continue. I'm also open to other names.) CHAPTER ONE It Happened One Day He brought his hand up to his cock and laid the wet soapy rag across the top of it. His hands lay across the rag, applying just enough pressure to keep control of the rag, without having to...
(T minus three weeks) Mike Harris called it 'The Quickening'. He had borrowed the term from the film 'The Highlander' where the quickening refers to the awakening of special powers that lay dormant in certain people until they are triggered by a significant event. Mike applied dramatic licence to the feelings that regularly overwhelmed him and called these...
Chapter 7 - Able and Amelia I awoke in the morning in warm sunshine. Audrey was in my arms. I kissed her before slipping away and thought I'd made a clean get away when Audrey said, "Don't go." "I have to," I said. I really did. I had to pee so badly. She got up and took my hand and led me to a door and inside was a urinal and a toilet. I didn't even wait...
Author's note: The inspiration for this story came from a video that I recently discovered online. I have watched this short clip countless times, and have become somewhat obsessed with it. I want to know everything about the girl in this video. I want to know about her childhood, her friendships, her relationships and her motivation for doing what she did i...
"I'll take my coffee on the terrace thank you Brabinger" "Very well Lady Archer" Lady Helen Archer stood politely as the waiter moved her chair discreetly back allowing her to depart from her table. It was Tuesday and the country club was full of the usual suspects. She counted three Earls, a Duke and at least four Mistress's as she made her way to the ter...
If you are looking for a quick wham bam thank you Mam story, this won't be for you. It has a slow build so if this is your thing, I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know by leaving comments. Thanks. It was Sunday and Carol had to pinch herself that she wasn't dreaming as her flight was being called. She rose from the comfy chair that had been her home fo...
Welcome to what is (or at least probably is) the last installment in the life of the former Donnie Lynn Walker, or as you readers/masturbators know her as, Marilyn. She’s not going to be killed off, but I want to work on this other story line I have in my head. Who knows? Maybe she’ll make a comeback in the new story line. I thank all you loyal fans for foll...
In deference to my friend's unrivalled history of aiding the Yard we were not subjected to the humiliation of handcuffs nor were we taken directly to Scotland Yard, but instead taken to a town house in a once-fashionable area of the city that was now, like the house, looking less than its best. 'This is the scene of the crime?' asked Holmes. 'It is, and I'...