My hawk gaze follows her in the saffron skylight of our cathedral of solitude. I have hidden for three days in the ruins of this building which once soared into the heavens. I look at her with thirsty eyes and drink in the vision of woman. It has been months since I've seen a female of the species. I sometimes contemplated that I might be the last person on...
Although I was over qualified after I graduated and accepted a one as an Internet operations officer for one of the high street retailers. I was offered better jobs but I took the one with the retailers because it paid reasonably well and more importantly meant that I would have to relocate down to the East Midlands. Ever since my parents decided when I was...
When Mr Hastings first phoned me, I had no reason to think he was anything other than an ordinary client. I mean, so what if he asked me to turn up dressed as a chambermaid? That was one of the options mentioned on my business card. Transvestite maids have always been popular... My maid's outfit was the flimsiest kind; really just a cheap black mini-dress w...
"You're just the sweetest man, Craig." Audi rubbed Craig's cock gently as he lay in her bed. "I'm really glad you understand about Bumpers." Audi had been dating Craig for some months. He was prosperous, witty, and he spoiled her to death. She'd tried to stop seeing Bumpers, who most certainly was not much of anything, except for a fun screw. When Craig fo...
Styles. who'd gone by surname only since her Army days, smiled as she looked at her unfortunate husband, the ex-playboy Busby Letourneau. Busby moved uncomfortably on the hard kitchen stool. The seat was so small and of course his hands were tied behind his back, and it was a delicate balance. Styles stroked her husband's engorged cock and grinned, her ton...
[Is this the ultimate plimsoll fetish sex fantasy?] Chapter 7 -- Saturday night spice It was Friday evening. As I'd had to work late, Emma had come up to town after taking her adult beginners' ballet class to meet me at my office. She looked gorgeous as always. After several weeks of warmer weather it was becoming cooler so she was wearing a black leather...
I certainly wasn't in Kansas. I was dressed as a private school girl tease and standing in front of an adult bookstore superstore. What did my sissy sister have in mind? I tried to find some sort of hint but his poker face offered no clues. We were certainly dressed for more than just shopping for DVD's. So I didn't think we were there for the sales. We ha...
It was late summer in 1964, and it was Simon's first day at his new job. Simon had read his letter of appointment several times; and he held it in his hand now, standing anxiously outside the imperiously heavy door, embossed with "Post Room" in faded gold lettering. The door was probably victorian, Simon judged, and perhaps it had been a post room for many d...
Disclaimer: I began writing this seven part saga in late 2015. As the old saying goes; all good things come to an end. Here are parts 6 and 7. I hope you enjoy reading them, as I did writing this chronicle. All are over 18 years of age. This story is completely fictional. None of the characters portrayed are real, also none of these sexual encounters ever...
Fair Warning 1 - I am a first time writer Fair Warning 2 - this story involves Femdom, a wife, cross dressing, sissy husband, interracial, group sex and obviously may not be everyone's cup of tea (but I hope it is appealing to some comfortable fetishists!) The first chapter is tame. Fair Warning #3 - stupid ignorant comments will be ignored. If you don't l...