Wouldn't life be so much better if, once we realized we'd made a mistake, we could simply rewind and start again? That was the thought that crossed my mind - and not for the first time, I readily confess - when I stepped off that crowded bus into the path of all those baleful stares. In dilapidated parts of South London like this drab and ugly suburb, trann...
Almost two years ago, I posted the first part of a story detailing my punishment for failing to control my orgasm for my wife's pleasure. In an effort to appease her, I wrote her a poem offering acts of humiliation and service to account for my failure. She accepted my offering and executed the punishment with delicious cruelty. I lost the rest of the story...
I twirled the letter in my hands feeling the smooth white paper running through my fingertips. So this was it, Robert's reply. I should rip it open quickly and see what he had to say for himself, after all, I'd waited long enough. Three months to be precise. "Ok, here goes nothing. How bad can it be?" I took a deep breath as I slid my fingers along the sea...
She knelt topless in front of the full length wardrobe mirror, slowly brushing through her long damp golden hair. Her breasts stood firm, her pink nipples erect in the cool air. She raised her arms, stretching and arching her back as she stroked languorously. She was young, her body lithe from athletics and covered in freckles. It wasn't repulsive but attr...
It was 10.10 am on a Thursday in April. My wife was away at work in the city and wouldn't be home for another 12 hours at least; there was some big take-over bid and lots of paperwork to sort out. She was bringing cases of work papers home at the weekends too for the past two months and I hadn't really had any free time with her for ages. She was a tall, fit...
This is a continuation of the "Cat's Birthday" Series and will further tell the story of Cat and Chris and their budding romance. ***** Chris sat quietly at his desk. He had a ton of work to do, but was having a hard time focusing. While his brain should have been focused on work, it was instead focused on Cat. It was almost 8:00 a.m. and she would soon be...
During my final years at school I took a weekend job at a motorway service station to earn some 'going out' money. It was mindless, repetitive, menial work -- I had to keep the restaurant and toilet areas clean and tidy -- but it gave me the money to enjoy my teenage freedoms. It also had its benefits. The management were rarely around on a weekend, and cons...
Chapter 1: Graveyard Shift The cardboard box was surprisingly light. I had braced myself for a heavy weight, as much of the load that needed moving was heavy. I checked my schedule list again. This section of boxes should be jeans and trousers, but the room was in complete chaos as last week's shift were inundated with stock and just dumped boxes where ther...
I couldn't wait for Thanksgiving break, it was only 5 days but I hadn't seen Kim in months and even though our phone calls were amazing I wanted to be with her more than anything. Kim had gotten the tights I had sent to her and she had told me in detail how they were so tight and snug on her and how her thighs really bulged in them. I remembered all the time...
Because we prefer to keep late hours, I always took afternoon classes on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. This spring semester, my last class ended at 5. I would then return to my office, collect my things, and go home. Sometimes, a student would want to talk to me after class, and we might proceed to my office. A door led from the main hall into another h...