"Are you here?" were the first words I heard when I answered my cellphone as I pulled my carryon luggage behind me on my way to customs at Trudeau Airport in Montreal. It's Lover, and he's anxious, which is unusual. "Yes, I'm going down the escalator to Immigration right now," I said. "But hello to you too, and yes, the flight was fine." "Sorry, work's bee...
Update December 2008 All the people that I write about are 18 or over 18. Once again I'm slow in writing an update. This time Jon got his schoolmasters cane out and gave me six of the best on my backside while I was bent over the arm of the sofa. He then stood on the sofa and swung the cane down between the crack of my ass. It whipped round and the end of...
FNN Week-end -- Sunday As the lights came up in the studio the camera focused on the bubbling hot tub. Sitting in it was Bill Hemmer, with a huge smile on his face he blurted out; "Oh my god, welcome and good morning to the Sunday version of FNN Week-end Sunday, I'm Bill Hemmer and I'm happy to be here to hold court over the bunch of motley guests we have p...
This is a continued story of our adventurous Kass going on vacation to visit her college friend and roommate, Lexi. The story began with Kass Takes a Wrong Turn. You might want to read that story first, but suit yourself. Now, let's move on with our adventure. * Kass really needed some rest after her car trouble and all the sex that had ensued while she wa...
Ellen's room at her mother's house was finally ready after Ellen had been with Uncle Jim for four weeks, not the two that had been planned. Ellen stayed another two weeks and then came to stay with her mom. She hadn't found a job yet, so she often was there when one of Mary's sisters visited for just a few minutes on the way home from shopping or work. Ellen...
I sat in my chair as the waiters brought out our plates before us. The appetizers were magnificent even though Mark had brought me here under false pretenses. I was in complete awe. Then the talking began, and I wanted to throw up all the contents of my stomach. Mr. Crawford or Edward Crawford was doing all the talking, and as usual, all the men around him...
This story is a work of fiction. No actual events or people are portrayed. This story is a revision of a story of the same title I published on Literotica many years ago. Many thanks to 'AirSearch1' for editorial assistance. *** I came home from work on a sunny Friday. "I'm home," I shouted and wasn't surprised when Julia's answer sounded like she was on t...
Author's note: If you've read my other stories, you know that BDSM ends up being involved. This is a story I've had for a while and wanted to share that doesn't involve TS/TG/TV elements. It might in the future but the characters haven't shown any indication of that to me yet. Comments and (constructive) criticism are always welcome! Please let me know what...
Stacy drove home from the second rehearsal presented to the backers who decided to bankroll the production, after some debate. She contemplated how she will approach the subject when her husband asks her about the nude scene. The mature woman parked her car in the garage and went into the house. Her husband was waiting for her. "How was the rehearsal tonig...
Over the next few weeks, Cricket kept Mark up to date with what was happening at the ranch and that she was keeping everyone at the ranch aware of his situation. No further spies or abnormal activity had happened at the ranch, so the men in black seemed to be keeping their word. They kept him in his cell and they fed him McDonalds food 3 times a day. They...