Julia, the air hostess view 1 So there I was in the early sixties, a spotty faced schoolboy sitting at the dining table minding my own business. My mother was in the kitchen when there was a knock on the kitchen door. It was Julia. She was the daughter of our rather posh, prim and proper neighbours. Julia was in her late twenties and was, in my eyes extr...
I just found out something about my wife I never would have dreamed possible. Until last week. My wife and I are in our mid-50s. We met in law school, and were married in the late 80s, soon after we graduated. We have had a wonderful marriage; we have two girls in high school, both headed for college soon. I am a successful corporate attorney; "Mary" is a...
The incessant pounding woke me out of my drunken stupor. "Is anyone in there?" I heard someone yell. I didn't respond. I couldn't. Lying in a fetal position on the cold tile floor, I felt as though my stomach was going to explode. Seconds later it did. With two painful muscle contractions, everything in my stomach heaved onto the floor. It didn't come o...
Typing, "Yes Sir", she knew she has to follow up with her real name and address. Her heart thumped in her chest. Butterflies, or maybe nausea, causing the very real tremors in her stomach and chest area. How could she have got to this place. She had it all. A great home, great kids - now growing up for sure, great husband, ok financially and with time on her...
The slave walked barefoot down the quiet, shadowy corridor in the evening cool, on his way to call – and service - on a guest of the house. He was sent frequently on such errands, for not only was he finely featured, with soft curls, girlish skin, and large grey eyes, but he was skilled in his work; which was to provide maximum pleasure and satisfaction, thr...
NOTE: Thank You for all whom have been reading and voting, the comments left have been very helpful, the characters were given Names at the beginning of Chapter 3 to try and breathe a familiarity into the continuing submission. * Jace picks up his walking shorts, and immediately his mind travels back in time to the disrobing in front of Mistress, the aroma...
I have to admit I came up with a brand new plot for this story. It is a flash with brilliant humor and a moral for all, cucks and BtBs alike. Readers ask how I can dream up this shit and I respond, 'mushrooms'. If you don't like satire, testosterone laden men, pickaxe handles, and prickly heat, move on. I am sure there are plenty of cuck stories posted above...
Michelle lived about 200 miles away and we'd never met; yet we were lovers. I used the phone to make love to her. She worked for one of my suppliers and we talked frequently regarding work, often with the odd innuendo thrown in. It started when she was having problems with her husband, a wagon driver often away from home. To avoid using my works switchboar...
Because i know that Sir will probably want this posted here is the list of twenty ways to please my Sir that i finally put together by about 2am last night after tears and tantrums galore, and Sir refusing to talk to me until i finished. Posting them here also means we can reference them again quickly as opposed to searching through our email accounts for...
The big day had finally come. After months of barren social activity, Lisa's dinner/pool party was all set. Her husband Derek, an on-call surgeon at the City Hospital's Emergency Center, had finally managed to secure a Saturday off. They happily set the patio with tables and decorations, exchanging lighthearted kisses and caresses like when they were newlywe...