A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists - Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 40). This story c...
TUESDAY, APRIL 17, 2007. It was late by the time we'd finished the Polish lorry and the driver, in halting English, asked if he could park up overnight. Well I certainly didn't want to leave him on the premises and eventually managed to convey to the guy that he needed to drive out onto the Industrial Estate where overnight parking is common place. It was a...
Note to readers: I appreciate comments and feedback. Though this story should stand alone, it makes more sense if you read my other works as well. Also, please take time to vote! These stories are a labor of love, and your votes mean alot to me! Enjoy! * I had just joined the mile high club with Mistress Angelina Jolie, though not in the way you would thin...
I first saw her on the tube; I'd missed my usual train and had to wait for then next one. She'd boarded just ahead of me and stood facing away from me with her hand on the pole to steady herself as the train pulled away. She was about 5'9, slim with blonde hair and was dressed in a dark business suit with a tight pencil skirt on which finished below her knee...
Chapter 1 The Beginning I knelt at the front door waiting for my girlfriend to come home from work. She was later than usual. I had been on my knees for over 30 minutes waiting for her. Tonight was a special night and I didn't want to upset her. She had "given me" a special birthday present this year. I had always fantasized about serving a dominant woman a...
Coleman Banks placed two hard-poached eggs on an unbuttered piece of lightly toasted multi-grain bread. He shook on salt, pressed on the top piece of toast spread with peanut butter both sides, finished his milk and ate his breakfast standing up, watching the clock. Sometimes the filling was a sliced sausage, a fillet of leftover baked fish or a chunk of ba...
It's been a long week. Friday has finally arrived and we're able to relax and spend some time together. We're dancing around the kitchen preparing supper together; or you are trying to prepare it. I'm trying to be helpful, but seem to be succeeding only getting in your way. You've scowled at me, flicked the dishtowel against my breasts, and slapped my bottom...
(I would like to stress that I respect feminism as an ideology. I am not a feminist myself, I'm happy with how we stand in America, but that doesn't mean I hate feminism. I hate RADICAL feminism. There's a big difference. Enjoy.) "Heterosexual intercourse is the pure, formalized expression of contempt for women's bodies!" Andrea screamed. Allen was gett...
He's going to be caned this morning, they both know it. He's ok about it, wants it for sure but has never quite known why. This is not a punishment, but part of a ritual that has come to be followed on the rare occasion he and his wife get the house to themselves; it never used to be like this. His preparation is the removal of every hair that would normall...
Every time you disappear it causes me grief and pain and anxiety. Of course, for you, it's your chance to exert control, to do only what you want. I'm sure there is some aspect of pleasure as well, in the denial. Do you come, I wonder? Do you find some private time to tie up your cock, to stroke it until it's hard, then tease yourself into hyper sensitivity,...