"Are you sure this is what you want?" the Master asked with a very serious expression. "Yes. I think so," Said Bettina. She looked over at her husband, Adrian, and he simply nodded and smiled. There was no doubt that Adrian was very much committed to his wife getting fucked by other men. For the last three hours, the three of them had been sitting in a ve...
(This story takes place in a fictional world. Any similarities to people or things in the world we actually live in is coincidental.) "Next Monday." It took a moment for Gwen's thought process to shift from the expected response to the 'Nelson Plumbing' she had answered the phone with. "Natalie?" "That's me. Next Monday." "What are you—" "Barry's got...
Part 2 A sequel to Training Rose "Daddy, what do you mean a I'm a very easy Pony to please!" I demanded of Daddy as Tom walked away up our driveway towards the road and his parents house barely a mile or so away. "Well you are," he said and patted my bottom, "But Miss Farque is due any second now." Daddy exclaimed, "And here she is," he exclaimed as a silv...
DeeDee's Tale or, How We Found Things In Chicago. This story is inspired by and dedicated to a wonderful woman by the name of DeeDee. She lives in Chicago. That much is reality. * It was cold and grey as we stepped off the plane at O'Hare. The wind blew which is a cliché for Chicago I know, but blow it did. After the air conditioned pampering of first c...
Next month I shall be sixty-seven years old. Before then there will be the fifth anniversary of the day my darling Dorothy was taken from me. A merciful release, said people who had known of her illness; and so it was. I still think of her, of course, and that is why I cannot help feeling just a little guilty about the turn my life has taken in the interveni...
I see his face as I am lying in bed. The shadows from the street outside lap my skin where my bare arms are exposed above the duvet. It is cold. Every night it is the same; on some nights this silent time is better than others. On those occasions I will have seen him or spoken to him; he will have fed my fantasies. On other nights there will be none and I wi...
I met Brandi when I was going to college in California. She was born and raised in Alabama and was very conservative. We both were raised with a silver spoon in our mouth. The first time I saw Brandi, I got that instant bulge in my pants. She was five foot six, one hundred and twenty pounds, blonde hair, and blue eyes that melted you with a simple glance. Sh...
Karen March 2001 I first encountered Miss Chapman at school. She was the home economics teacher and a guidance teacher too. Teachers tended to view me as a generally intelligent pupil who inexplicably did stupid things to get in trouble occasionally. One such occasion when I was in my second last year resulted in me waiting to be called into Ms Chapman's o...
We dressed casually for dinner at one of the resort's Italian restaurants. There were candles on every table and I wanted to order a flashlight so I could read the menu. It was romantic and I held Alexis' hand across the table as we talked about how we didn't want to ever go home again. Every day there was a new influx of vacationers. They arrived all during...
The room was still dark when I awoke. Blinking the sleep from my eyes I sat up in bed and glanced towards the window where the faintest of light was beginning to creep in under the blinds. It was definitely too early to get up so I lay back down and closed my eyes, letting my mind wander over the last week of my life while I listened contentedly to the sound...