Chapter One: Diapers for Three Alan Bartholomew lay alone in bed listening for the sound he was longing to hear. Torturous minutes passed slowly until he heard the sound of his own front door closing. It was 7:30am and his daughter, Melissa had finally left for work. Nineteen-year-old Melissa Bartholomew had only recently returned to live with her father....
Author note: Cute winter tale about two lovely ladies on Christmas. I hope you all don't mind a Christmas story in the middle of July - I've been in the mood for carol singing lately (haha!). *** Part One: That's Not An Angel! The church was tiny and made up of old stone, inside it was quiet and held a brightly lit passage. What decorated the small span w...
Chris's 23rd birthday was tomorrow and he wished to celebrate by treating himself to a new shiny raincoat. He has seen a new range of coats for sale at Marks and Spencers in their brochure which came with his Sunday paper. The photos of the new macks showed two of them in very glossy black. One with a hood and the other without and it was the one with the ho...
Personal note: First, thank you all for the many encouraging comments about my first story. This is my first try at writing so I appreciate the support. I also want to clarify, these are true stories. And yes the humiliation of inadvertent and compelled exposure is very powerfully arousing for me. It's not voluntary exposure that excites, but a happening be...
Mel had lead a very sheltered childhood living in the country. Her mother was a very dominant and controlling woman, the powerful force behind the successful family business. Her father wasn't a big presence in her life, always working hard and bowing down to mother's demands. Constantly enduring her criticism over the years had made him weak and submissive,...
It happened on the night of my tenth birthday. Not that anyone had acknowledged the occasion. My uncle, who had "taken care of me" since my mother's death the way a slaver "takes care" of his stock, certainly didn't give a damn about my feelings. I'll never know why, but I can see looking back on those days that he resented me in a way th...
Giovanni tilted his head to try to read the title of the dark leather bound book, but was distracted by the elegance of the man's fingers. The delicate way he cradled the book in his hands. Only after carefully studying the man's hands, trying to understand why they captivated him so, did he realize the man was watching him as well. In a quiet intense way...
I shuddered as my little asshole widened to let the wide, solid silver plug out. The pain gave way to the sweet relief but empty feeling of an unfilled ass. "You're gaping nicely, I can see your insides, Babygirl." Daddy sighed contentedly. I knew what was coming next before the plug appeared in front of my eyes as He held it out. I opened my mouth. Daddy...
Lucy Bonetti was the sluttiest girl in the school. But I knew she was a slut before I knew I would have to teach her, before I knew her name, before I knew she was only just 18. She lived next door to the apartment I rented. I arrived at my first teaching job and rented a room at the back of a store in Main Street. The summer lingered and the heat off the...
I have always been a bit of a flirt I guess, and I have never been ashamed of my body, but until a few years ago, I wouldn't have described myself as an exhibitionist. It seems strange to think of it now, but there was a time when I would hardly dare to leave the house braless, let alone in a tiny mini-skirt without panties. Yet today, when I think of the hu...