[This story is part of a series, and you likely will enjoy it more if you read the earlier chapters. However, that is not mandatory, but the story does involve bodily functions, serious discipline, including spanking, as well as other fetishes. If any of this offends you, please read no further. All characters are 18 or older.] ***** Joan had classes a few...
I love my father, and my four brothers. My mom left my father when I was five and promptly forgot she had children. Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration. She'd come to visit us, especially on our birthdays, but little by little, we would receive presents in the mail, then cards full of money. By the time I was sixteen, she stopped sending the cards and we h...
I am returned, 140 years after Borodin, from the Steppes of Central Asia. Oh, yes, I've made the Golden Journey to Samarkand. I've stayed in that Caravanserai Whose Doorways Are Alternate Night and Day. Maybe sometime I'll relate some of my travels, but now I'll tell you my adventures with Borte. No-one now knows now what this name means, but it was that of...
Sunday was a good day, my parents invited me over for dinner and, of course, who am I to turn down a free meal so I spent the day with them. Dad smoked some ribs and the only cost to me was helping my mother in her garden. I'm pretty tight her and I enjoy good mother-daughter time. I love gardening too, especially when I come away with free cuttings. Some go...
Note- This is entirely fictional. I do not know any of the characters in this story nor have I ever met them. And it does not portray any events in real life. xxx Emma had stayed close to her mother, Jacqueline Luesby, ever since her parents had divorced when she was only five. Not many people are aware that Emma had been born in Paris and had lived there...
When Ron walked back into the lounge, he noted that the lighting was different. The large light on the ceiling had been turned off. Lamps in the corners and by the television were on instead. The room was darker but more intimate now. The scent of the women's perfume was pleasant. The atmosphere had changed. Ron was curious about Helena after the earlier c...
Chapter 10-The Rough-Faced Griffon Long before Britannian colonists and succubus merchants from Europa arrived, the Island of Delpoi was populated by a whole assortment of indigenous human and monster tribes who roamed the land, or settled in remote parts of the continent, from east to west. For the most part, they were isolated from the rest of the world,...
My first husband Jim was born and raised in Palo Alto, California, very close to a university where his father had been a very well-paid administrator. His parents had bought their home in the 1950s and it was worth over two million dollars when they died in a car accident. It quickly doubled in value again before Jim worked through the will and finished mov...
Nadezhda suspected Arkady's intervention when she came by the restaurant and her uncle paid her in full with no argument. He said nothing about her returning to work. When Nadezhda glanced down at the check Boris had written her, she blinked, seeing an amount significantly higher than she expected. "Your cousin wishes to repay you for... the hard work you h...
"So did you enjoy the concert, baby?" Monika asked when we were exiting the grand auditorium. "Oh hell yes! It was fantastic! And you know what? I actually recognised the main violinist... I think we met in high school..." We stopped in the theatre lobby and I wrapped my hands around my girlfriends slim waist. Her curves are always an eye candy for me, espe...