My maids make me their personal maid and chore slave (continued) - Tarek I would like to thank Ms. AT Khan for reviewing some of the story with me. - Tarek ***** Let me start once again from the events of the following morning. I had just woken up with a sore bum - the result of last night's spankings. I was just about to head to my washroom when I rem...
Author's note: This story is based on the song 'Tecumseh Valley' written by the late Townes Van Zandt. As far as I can tell, the song itself is fiction; this story certainly is. No characters in the story are based on any living or deceased person. It is set during a major recession in the US in 1880. Conditions portrayed in the story are as I imagine them...
Beck was out of sorts for the next few days and retreated to her cabin, before gradually migrating back to Watson’s bed. The brush with the knife-wielding youth had cast a pall over her joie de vivre and the trauma was taking time to ebb away. Watson sat back patiently while Beck licked her spiritual wounds, steering Aurora far offshore to put the experience...
Author's Note: Thanks to Techsan and Lady Cibelle for their great editing assistance – they are the best! Enjoy! * WHAT PRICE PARADISE? "If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again." - Antonin Artaud I lay there in the tub, thinking how my life had gone bad so fast. Even now, two months later, I was st...
Chapter 1 -- The Problem The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly knelt in front of the altar and prayed fervently. With all his heart. He prayed for strength to live the Lord's will. He prayed for strength to resist temptation -- his biggest need in his mind. And then he prayed for sin. The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly was completely aware that he was commi...
I guess I should have figured it was going to be a pretty good weekend. Tuesday before she went to work, Bets told me she was going to Ham and Linda's for the weekend. That meant I would be home without her. Not necessarily alone. Things really started to come together when Ruthie stopped by on her way home, knowing this was a Tuesday that Bets worked late....
We were in another world when we were transferred from the West Coast to New England. Before, we only knew a couple of our neighbors and seldom saw them socially. At the time, we were in our early thirties. Our New England neighbors were party animals and we were quickly assimilated into the group. We met the nearest neighbors during the first few days, foun...
Author Note: I've grown to like these characters, all of them, and I hope you do as well. As always, thank you for reading, and check out my author page for new and upcoming stories. ***** Music blasted his ears, and the scent of cigarette and cigar smoke assaulted his nostrils as he pushed through the ornate double doors. A random hip hop song with de...
Chapter 2. "First" "When I was younger, I liked these to be slightly toasted, but now that I'm older, I like 'em... charred." "You obviously have a thing for flaming balls." Bella's laughter, sweet and melodious as it was to Jason's appreciative ears, filled the late morning air all around them. A rare, precious gem, his bride was brimming with spirit - u...
The moment was perfect between them, everything they felt in their hearts was being given to the other. Bliss was upon them and nothing could have felt more perfect than right then. As their kiss held them united, their hands held them in a sexual bond that was taking them to an ecstasy they only dreamed about. At that instance of what they felt as the perfe...