A week after the photography session in the villa Dean was rising from his bed, ready for his morning shower, when the cell door opened on Moriarty. She offered him a wan smile and sat on the bed without a word. Her tense look hinted at bad news. She patted the bed and he returned to sit on the blankets. "I'm afraid the Board have sent me new instructions....
It was moving day at last. The movers had taken the big items that morning and we spent the day loading all the boxes in the rental and the car on the trailer. Our new house was six hours away. We were exhausted. The plan was to drive as much as we could and then stop and get a hotel room for the night. We drove for about an hour and a half and then stopped...
Julie smiled at Everett over the candle lit dinner at Morton's Steak House. The grizzled, former Foreign Service officer, now an export magnate, caught Julie's eye and smiled right back. His brown, tanned hand traveled across the steak tartare and, reaching Julie's small fingers with their French manicure, squeezed them gently. Julie really liked Everett,...
Dear Shoeblossom: Do you get many letters from Jeff City, or from Missouri at all? Harmon, my husband tells me we are the "silent majority" and no one cares about us, until the Presidential elections come around. Then we're considered the conservatives, I suppose. Harmon and I were at one of those Tea Party Town Hall events, and I remember reading an edito...
Thanks to all of you who encouraged me to continue writing this story. Stay tuned for new stories. Please vote! All respectful feedback appreciated. ***** "Wake up, Nancy. Rise and shine. Time to get up, sissy." I hadn't heard the key turn in the door lock, and I hadn't heard Ms. Jensen enter my room. I sat bolt upright, then remembered that I was wearin...
I'm on my own again back into the world of respectability in the London suburbs. It's the same old story, my husband is away for the majority of the week on business and I'm at work most days. But tonight, I've decided, will be different. I need a release from my frustrations, and I thought you might like to cum with me. Goodness knows, I know I need to. 7...
This story does involve bodily functions, fetishes, and behavior that might offend some, who should read no further. All characters are 18 or over. ***** It was early in the 20th century when the institution of the governess, hired by well-to-do families to care for their offspring, began to disappear. The reign of governesses in households—at least over t...
When Margie's mother moves into the neighborhood, the two woman devise a plan to turn her young groom into the perfect pussy sucking husband. (Fdom, huml, Cuck,) *** The Marital Bed *** Billy lay back in the king size bed, his stiff cock buried up his pretty little wife's warm velvet pussy. His hands rested on her full lush hips, the pleasing curves pulsi...
About the same time I discovered the sheer ecstasy that I could achieve from jerking off I began a fascination with panties, women's panties, that has now cost me dearly. As a young man I would fetch the Sears or Penney's catalogue, snatch some panties from the hamper, and go into the bathroom where, behind a locked door I would stroke myself endlessly while...
My early education was supervised at home by a tutor. I had qualified for university entrance by the time I was fifteen, so I suppose they would call me a nerd nowadays. Anyway. when I was seventeen my father decided that I should enter a seminary to finish off my education. Saint Nicholas was renowned for a high academic standard and firm discipline, and mo...