Tales about erotic clothing could not be complete without examining the part bras play in promoting sexual activity. * Chapter 1 Kate had never really been unfaithful to her husband Paul. In the over twenty years of marriage and the three they were together before that, she had never committed adultery. She had been tempted and she had received several, w...
Oh christ now she's showing them the "wedding pictures", its so humiliating! I should have gone to Mexico not here to Canada where they have extradition! But I'm getting ahead of myself aren't I? Escaping from prison since privatization is no biggy, a bottle of hair dye to make my hair literally orange like one of those punk kids what work in the kitchens a...
It had seemed the perfect answer. Go back to work. Not full time, but just enough to relieve the crushing boredom that my life entailed. Two grown kids at uni and a workaholic husband who was away from home at least a week a month at the New York office of the lawyer firm where he was a partner. On top of that he worked murderous hours, often twelve or fourt...
"Jared!" Jared Andrews froze in mid-rant just as he was about to take the keyboard from his computer and throw it through the offending monitor. For the umpteenth time he had checked his work, for the umpteenth time he had sent 'execute' and for the umpteenth time it hadn't worked. He turned around to see Melissa Koenig, matriarch of The Farm commune, stand...
If you like this series, how about going back and reading some of my others. And don't forget to vote and comment, please. The iron-bound oak door to the Benthamsthwaite Faculty Club basement opened on well-oiled hinges. Teddy heard the faint sound, felt the disturbance in the air and smelled the two humans who entered. It made what corresponded to a sat...
Continuing the story of young transvestite Roberta and her adventures with Margaret and John. I have also received the following letter which is a little worrying. Dear Yano, I'm very sorry it has taken me so long to send the next part of my story, things have been very strained over the past few months and particularly between me and Margaret since I got...
Melissa Koenig stood in the shade of the veranda of the main dining hall of the commune she ran. She smiled at the children running up and down the dirt road that ran down the center of the Farm and at the younger adult members at their various tasks keeping the place running. Several years before the idea of a benevolent matriarchal commune had been a dream...
3. A day at the beach Amber followed Ben down the narrow, overgrown path, enjoying the cooler shade of the trees overhead and being careful to avoid the brambles and nettles brushing against her bare legs. In the midday heat, the hedgerows were alive with the rustle of birds and the hum of insects. "Not far now," Ben said, glancing back over his shoulder a...
One day Beth looked at her phone and saw she had two missed calls from Robert, two hours apart. She hadn't answered the first because she was in a lecture, and hadn't answered the second because she was fucking Ethan. Robert rang again, a third time, after they'd finished, but by then Beth was worried, wondering why he kept calling back, and didn't want to p...
Bree van de Kamp took a sip of her wine and cast a brief look round the wine bar. It busy enough that individual conversations didn't carry, but not so packed that the hubbub drowned everything out. The drink wasn't the best she tasted, a little too sweet for what was supposed to be a dry white wine, but for the mid-range price it was passable. In fact it wa...