Chapter 22 - Wait For It... **Characters and text are protected under copyright law Sitting naked in a doctor's office used to seem strange to Chloe, awkward-feeling and a bit embarrassing. The sense of being undressed in a public place used to make her anxious, mortified that some random person might see. She would make liberal use of the provided gown or...
This is part 3 of the Mistress Wife Saga. To fully understand this story I would suggest you read A Wife’s Deepest Desire for Control and then Part 2. I will forewarn you the first installment of this saga is very long and I apologize in advance for the how long it is but I hope you will enjoy reading it. I will be doing smaller installments for those of...
The following story has been compiled from the diaries kept by a teacher at the Rotenberg Academy For Young Ladies in Paris. The diaries are now in the National Archives. As explained in the previous stories, the school was founded by Professor Alphonse Rotenberg in 1891 to instruct the daughters of rich and titled families in the finer arts of sex. It was w...
"And now, I present to you, 'Legs Wide Open'!" Xavier von Bono stepped aside with arms raised in the air, excitedly. Once he found a new spot, he dramatically gestured to his "creation." Suddenly, booming applause carried through the gallery. Xavier bowed slowly with his continued dramatic flair. He did love his praise. "Ladies and gentleman, please, enjoy...
She wanted to die, without him her life felt black and gray, like the sky. She sat in her little house looking out at the rain as it left icy trails down her window. She thought the tears on her face must look just like that, cold, wet rivers of pain. She wished someone would come and rescue her from herself. Rescue her from those dark feelings that invaded...
"Cancer." The word hung in the air like a suffocating cloud. How could that be? He was only, what, 26? How is it possible that this vibrant, exciting, intelligent man had been betrayed by his own body? "Oh," I typed, trying to think of what to say. Wanting so desperately to say the right words but in my mind all I could think was "why" over and over. "I'v...
CHAPTER 8 By the time he'd got Martin set up in the office the light was fading and he needed to feed the cattle. He'd left him there with a pile of manuals and CDs and his provider's phone number. As an afterthought, he'd come back in and stuck on some Bach cello suites. To keep you calm, he'd called out. Birds were gathering in the camphor laurel near th...
Devlin Carter knew how to talk. When he was a skinny door-to-door household products salesman, people would buy toilet cleaner they never used just to shut him up. A random suitcase filled with dildos and X-rated VHS videos crossed his path and, after selling the lot in one day, Devlin knew that his future lay in the sex industry. Years later the VHS video h...
Victor's doorbell rang. He opened to find his latest tutoring subject. She was a buxom goddess with dark hair, blue eyes, rosy cheeks, wearing a diaphanous translucent harem costume. It revealed her entire barefoot body as she wore nothing else underneath. She handed Victor an envelope and said "This is my letter of introduction." Victor opened the letter an...
He lands hard on the floor. Falling what seemed like miles. His chest is in extreme, sharp pain as his lungs gasp for oxygen. There are terrifying sounds all around him. He has the sense of being in place of agony and suffering. Abandonment begins to overwhelm him. He has never felt so alone. He coughs and gags as the air rushes into him and feebly manages t...