Part 1: Its early morning on a warm summer day and we are cruising on the highway on route to Boston. The window is down, and the crisp air is refreshing on my face. I glance over at you, my boyfriend of 4 years. "I can't believe you have to go on a work trip on my birthday weekend." I groan. "I know babe, but I really had no choice," you reply with a fur...
In the weeks after the reception I discovered my role as Queen of Leonesse. I was expected to interest myself in the welfare of the girls in the palace school, a job I came to enjoy; many of them were charming and several were highly intelligent. I found that they already knew a remarkable amount about the world from which I had come, though some of the info...
Tim awoke to a familiar feeling, or rather, it was a familiar lack of feeling in his arm that he recognized. Without opening his eyes he went to lift his arm out from underneath his pillow when he realized that he could not move his arm. Something was pinning it down. Perplexed he opened his eyes and immediately remembered why that was. A smile crept acros...
I met him just over a year ago, his dark features and tall broad stature immediately drew me to him, what he saw in me in a bar full of beautiful women I'll still never know. But it was a night that changed my life. I did not give off the demeanour of a submissive nor was I looking to be one. But one touch from his large muscular hand in the small of my bac...
Montreal June, 1990 Quebec's largest city is one built on bilingualism. Back in the mid-18th century, after the British took Canada from the French, the locals there were prepared for a forced English assimilation. Fortunately, the American Revolution made the Queen's loyal subjects rethink their approach to Quebec. In a brilliant placating maneuver, th...
All character and business names in this story are completely fictional. The rush of patients from the corona virus diminished somewhat at our hospital, Mercy Brackett Bay, and life became more bearable. I now "only" worked 10 hours per day, and I regularly got weekends off. Yay! The downside was that my shift now ran from 1 p.m. to midnight, with an hour o...
This takes place after Chi-Town Aftermath. It was suggested by a commentator. *** Wanda didn't know where she was going. She had gotten into the car so fast and just pulled out of the driveway. She couldn't believe how bad she had screwed up. She had never seen her husband Julie so mad. When she ran out the door he was punching holes in the walls. She had...
Most people think that all adulteresses are slut whores, but what most don't know is that a lot of the women who cheat on their husbands are shy innocent girls who have been seduced by older much more sophisticated men, who are in a position of some control over these venerable girls. I am attempting to explore this subject with the following stories are bas...
By Sunday both Troy and Tania had become very frustrated, as the weekend passed slowly. Their new sexual awakening the previous week, had aroused both. The veneer of a blissful, family existence was beginning to crack. Each had encountered a prospective lover who had liberated libidos previously held well in check. Now they both craved more. Sunday lunch at...
Stella I drove to Stella's house which was out in the country, some miles outside of town, and parked in the driveway. It was a pretty farmhouse, with two stories and a wide front porch. There were rockers and a hanging swing. I really liked the entrance. I knocked on the door and Stella greeted me with a big hug and kissed my neck as we held each other i...