This is the seventh installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter III, Interlude IV, Liz ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest girlfriend a...
So there I was, at a Halloween costume ball on campus (of a rather prestigious college), having my first real lesbian stolen kiss—behind the fichus on the second floor balcony of the fraternity—and though I was dressed like a drill sergeant and she was dressed like the Elf Princess from Lord of the Rings, I really loved the heck out of it! I mean, it's not l...
I want you to see me do this. I am sitting in my uncle's van outside the halfway house. I am waiting for Ray-Ray and Boudro. It is exactly noon on a mild September day. I am wearing a short trapeze dress, the kind that fits like a tank top over my boobs and then falls wide as a tent down to the hemline at my upper thighs. It is the shape of a dress a baby d...
Feedback is wanted. * My wife, Viv, and I were lucky enough to inherit a small country house from an uncle of mine to whom I was his only living relative. I knew nothing of the property so I when I went down to Eastbourne (the nearest big town) to sort out the paperwork I took some time to check it out. It was a quaint little country cottage with secluded...
Gloria's stomach fluttered as her yard boy, Danny, and his friend Brian walked in the door. They had just agreed to put on a show for her in the shower, to do whatever she wanted, for 40 minutes. The price was her, as their sex slave, until they left for college. Being heavily fucked by two studs for two months straight didn't seem like too big of a burde...
"What makes a good girl?" Rose's mother asked as they stood by the front door of her childhood house for the last time. "Obedience, enthusiasm, friendliness, appearance," Rose recited as she and every other girl had recited every day of their life. It was seconds until Rose turned 18 and when she did, as was the custom in her world, her mother would close...
I could still recall Sean as an innocent, cherubic-looking grade nine student four years earlier. He would have been about fifteen at the time and in my friend Gayle’s home room that year. Even then he had a lovely quality about him; he was a gentle little kid, but already good-looking in a very nascent, undeveloped sort of way. By the time he reached grade...
It all started when I overheard a couple men talking about the party that they had recently gone to. Now I am not normally an eavesdropper, but when they mentioned sex, my ears just naturally became more alert. Especially when they began to candidly describe the behavior of the women, making it sound like their insatiable lust drove them to unprecedented hei...
Chapter 3 The Spa Well, we sure steamed up the windows in the car, it almost got dangerous. You and your teasing fingerplay, you had your hands all over me, making sure you had your very own gear stick peeking out the legs of my shorts. Of course, I had to take care of the real one, not being really able to touch you as much, since I had to drive us to the...
Authors note: The narrative of the story jumps around in the lifetime (and after) of a dead woman. Her thoughts are not linear, and please do not expect them to be. *** It's a terrible thing in almost every culture and religion, to sell your soul. The consequences of which surely condemn you to hell, or at the very least purgatory. Say you sign a contr...