This is the second edition, revised August 2016. THE SEEHOFER CHRONICLES. THE MEMOIRS OF A COURTESAN - Volume 1. PROLOGUE -- BELGRAVIA. Monday 8th February 1968. Belgravia, London. Rebecca Seehofer felt distinctly nervous. The flat in London's chic Belgravia was cloyingly warm, totally at odds with the sulphurous fog that billowed spectrally in the col...
"Get that down you," Suzi said, "and tell me all about it." Linda took a long swig of the chardonnay, and sighed. Where to begin? The trouble was she had so much going on, and none of it was really a problem, on its own. There were no real money problems to speak of. Yes, she was doing two jobs - part-time at the school, and these occasional PR events with...
Emma sat silently on the bed in her hotel room, her cheeks flushed, panting slightly from running up the stairs. The events of the previous hour swirled in her mind, a tangled web of erotic confusion. Her mind reeled in disbelief at what she had done. After all, she was a respectable woman, a schoolteacher no less, and yet minutes earlier she had been squatt...
Tanya and I were strolling, hand in hand, down the supermarket aisle. With my free hand I pushed the trolley and with hers she occasionally dumped things into it as we passed the shelves. It was a blazing hot summer's day and we were dressed to suit it. I had on only a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Short shorts, because Tanya hated those long things that com...
This is a long story, 57,000 words. If that doesn't appeal to you stop reading now. There is very little explicit sex in the story and what there is, is a long way in. If that is what you seek. Then look elsewhere. * Chapter 1 Will Wainwright never knew what hit him. He was two days out of St Peter Port Guernsey, on route to Gibraltar, where they woul...
Hello dear reader. This story grew. If you want a quick flogger, please try a shorter entry. It is set in Australia, and has 'arses' and Australian colloquialisms. There is some mild fetishism and some fairly vanilla sex. All of the characters are fictional, any resemblance to real persons is incidental. I reserve all the usual rights. Please enjoy and I'm h...
Authors Note: This is my entry in the "Winter Holidays Contest". There are some elements of the BDSM category in this story so if that is not to your taste perhaps choose a different story. If, however, you read and enjoy it please vote and leave a comment. Thank you very much to my friend, Margaret who proofread for me. ~ellie Chelsea's Twelve days of Chri...
My name is Oliver, Oliver Jackson and I am married to Victoria. We have been married for fourteen years. We were married when we were both in our early twenties; we have two children, Keith and Russell who are now into their teenage years. I work for an accountants firm and my wife Vicky works for a local automotive parts distributor as an account manager....
Chapter 1: Saturday Morning, 8:54AM She felt something move by her foot. Tiff looked towards the end of the bed and spotted a person-sized bulge creeping towards her under the covers. She resisted giggling, her eyes darting up at her other lover lying in front of her. He wouldn't! Tiff felt a kiss along the instep of her left foot, then another one alo...
I have always had a fascination of Pauline Réage's 'The Story of O' -- and the film(-s) -- and the Crepax Comic about it. In the following I have tried my hand in a sort of updated 'fantasy' over the same subject. I hope you will enjoy it -- and excuse errors etc. as English is not my native tongue. You are welcome to repost, but please have the courtesy to...