Typically, my stories happen with a few weeks to even a few months in between them, and it has been nearly a year since my journey began, and things have certainly escalated lately, but the last week before graduation was a really busy week. At the start of graduation week I was the talk of the school, by this point, everyone figured out that if they wanted...
10/24/05 As I write this, my left leg is cuffed to the chair. I haven't been to the bathroom in thirteen hours, and Miss Stephanie has insisted that I am not working hard enough on journaling her attentions! The misery is palpable, I must confess. She spent most of last night teasing my poor cock to near distraction..."Now that you keep web journals, dea...
This story follows Rodney's Nude Humiliation Cpt 14 and Days of the Raj. If you like CFNM I am sure it will appeal to you. ***** In the warming sun of a mid-Western summer, in a grove of Mrs Reilly's garden framed by trellises and rose shrubs, the well-dressed ladies milled about. It was one of the finest gardens in the mid-West and the ladies presented a...
All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always...
I had known all my life that I was into WAM before I knew there was a word for it. Let me explain something before I get into it: WAM is nothing to do with the campy 1980s pop duo of George Michael and Andrew Ridgeley. WAM stands for Wet And Messy, and refers to the fetish of being aroused by oneself or other people being, well, wet and/or messy. By messy I...
Jennifer Hutchins, aka the costumed crimefighter Midnight, aka CallmeCallme6969 on the swingers' site she had joined last night, logged onto her PC just after noon on Saturday. It was a gray, nondescript fall day, with leaden skies, a steady wind that rattled the eaves, and bare tree limbs reaching up, as if aiming to poke holes in the low-lying clouds. A la...
Act One ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sally stood in her doorway, her big blue eyes framed in golden lashes, her cheeks a delicate pink, her lips all pouty and moist. "I'm going to have to cancel our date." She lifted her chin and her long, blond, perky, pony tail bounced ever so slightly. The faded gray t-shirt she wore did nothing to disguise the fullness of her brea...
*** I'm not sure about the degree of inspiration, but I wrote this not long after seeing 'Constantine', so at least you know how old it is. This isn't anything like that. Well, as far as I can tell, anyway. Actually, now that I think about it, it really isn't like that at all. I just wanted to write something that felt a little nice to me. 0_o *********...
Author's note: Thank you to JK Moreland for his editing help once again. ~ellie Grace had floated through Monday, flirting with Tristan via email, text and an evening phone call; even work seemed more enjoyable for Grace. Adam rang Tuesday and reminded her they had a date at the club Friday night and asked if she could possibly take Friday off work. "Ar...
CHAPTER 41 Ann said bewildered, "What just happened." "I took care of things." "You certainly did. So we have a new law firm?" "Yes in time." "This will take a year or so and we will need to make a few trips to Toronto I'm sure." "Master how can we leave here and go there?" "I am working on something with the capsules." "Oh I see she says." "Never m...