All the characters in this story are all above 18 years of age. Also, it is my first story as a writer as well as from the series in which I have cross-dressed in saree during my high school. ---------------It all began with an announcement for the upcoming Teacher's Day. Every year, in India 5th September; which was due in a week, is celebrated as Teacher'...
The next morning, I wake up on the sleeping mat on the floor near the foot of Arlon's bed. At first, I don't really register where I am, but then I feel the weight of the collar around my neck and let out a sigh of relief. I blink into the dark room and get up, hearing Arlon's deep, even breathing from the bed. The fire has dimmed to embers, but I stoke it...
An old friend from Spain found me on social media and some months afterwards she came to visit me on the South coast of England. She was still just as lovely as I remembered her years before and in an impulsive gesture I decided to go and live in her town in Spain with the hope that our love for each other might be rekindled. She invited me to stay for a da...
My wife had decided her career was more important than her marriage. She had moved to the city and was living in a shared house with some other girls. We still saw each other at weekends but it was clear where I stood on her priority list. Besides which, I was fairly certain that she'd been fucking a guy at her work. My wife was Russian and her name Irina....
I had a lot of first with Aileen. Aileen was my first real love and my first imagined girlfriend. She was the first woman I had ever kissed, French kissed. She gave me my first blowjob. I met her so long ago that you'd think I'd forget her, but I never have. I sometimes wonder where she is now and how different my life would have been with her in it. She co...
I had been waiting on this package forever. I ordered it a good three weeks ago, and had started to wonder if it had been lost in the mail. The FEDex man handed me the package, gave me a, "Have a good day," with a smile, and left me standing in the door. "Yes, and you, too." I almost wondering if he had any idea what was in my package. At any rate, I clos...
The next day I decided to work from home. I spent a couple hours on the computer, got on the treadmill for an hour, and went to the market. While I was out Kaylie texted me: "Is 7 o'clock tonight okay?" I'm sure my devilish smile in the middle of the market gave something away, and my dick definitely jumped a little in my pants at the thought of Kaylie's sw...
Dear reader: if you are looking for what used to be known as the "good parts," you have found them. If you want to read the dramatic build-up and character development first, please visit Audry, the seductress pt. 1. A festive array of little lights danced across the plate on the hotel room door, in recognition of the key card. Then Audry twisted the handle...
He'd lodged at many places before. He was an itinerant musician and drifted from one bar job to the next, and sought out places to crash as he shifted from one urban or suburban conurbation to another. 'Miss Randle – 345 Clementine St.'; the rates looked ok. He'd give it a go. As soon he ascended the steps to the porch at the front of the weatherboard house...
Roger had been working with Ben for about six months and had decided that he really was a cool guy. They shared the same sense of humour and had several interests in common so it was natural that they began to spend a lot of time together. But the more Roger got to know Ben, the more worried he was about something. He was a little uncertain about his feelin...