No graphic sex. This short story is based on a conversation with the son of a woman who had been a client before I retired as a barrister. As usual I must stipulate that these characters are works of fiction and have no resemblance to persons living or dead. ***** Lynn would take her M.B.A. degree in three weeks. As most working people know, you don't ju...
Have you ever been completely captured within your own fantasy? No matter how hard you try to get it to go away, you can't, you think about it constantly, it invades your every thought when you're awake and when you're asleep. I have had that problem, and no matter how hard I shook my head the dream wouldn't leave. I knew how to get it to go away, and that w...
I get punished for being with another woman by my Mistress/Sister and she decides to make me a real submissive and takes control. Another Session with Mistress It has been a while since I had a good session with my sister. By now I am truly her slut and submissive, if this is her wish or her lover, if that is her wish of the moment. We do not have as many...
The times of black slavery had long gone by the time I was born. The field I worked in didn't take me because of the color of my skin, or the thickness of my lips, or the kinkiness of my hair—women and men of all races were shoved or born into it. They took me because I was beautiful, because I was chocolate personified. They took me because I was a woman, a...
I would like to acknowledge the talents of JPB. I have enjoyed his stories. As is in most cases everyone has a different perception of how they would like a story to turn out; in a lot of cases if the story is well told then we empathize with the characters, and this is a sign that the author has done his/her job of entertaining us. I felt something for Dave...
Long before the first engine coughed into life. Before Rome was built or a word in Latin was even said Before the first Pharaoh was laid to rest under the first pyramid. Before a wooden horse was left at the gates of Troy Before Abraham was forced to choose between love of God and his baby boy. When the earth lay green and empty We open our story In lush a...
This story is complete on its own, but it is also a second version of the original 'A Story For Mister'. Please read both... tell me which one you like better! ps. If you've already read the first one, the new text starts after the line break. * "I like the way you were excited when you opened your email and saw this message. I like that you have probably...
I sat here in the hospital room holding my wife's hand. She was a mess. She had skidded off a two lane county highway two evenings previously, sideways into a hundred year old oak tree. The car had hit the tree solidly with the driver's door and her whole left side took the blow when the car stopped and she didn't. Her left shoulder was broken and some ribs...
From an idea by dahlia57 Mister Jenkins had forced Neelam into becoming his real girlfriend, telling her what outfits she had to wear at anytime, even when she went out with her husband Swaroop. It had been quite strange for the first occasions but she soon felt it really unimportant : Swaroop was the man she loved but Mr Jenkins was her boss and her money...
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Willow Rosenberg was not jealous. Really! She wasn't. Because that would be petty, possessive, unproductive and a whole bunch of other bad words. Buffy was allowed to have other friends, and it was nice that she was getting so cosy with the othe...