FOREWORD The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery, and growth involving a small group of people. This story should read fairly well all alone, but... By clicking on a blue Wm_Sexspear, you'll be taken to my Profile; at the bottom of the page you'll find a list of all the currently available ch...
You've written a story, you want to post it. You're not an English major, but want your story to read well. I wrote the following short checklist to help you. It contains no jargon or technical terms. Much below reflects my opinions, not rules of grammar. Remember free advise is worth everything you paid for it. * * * * * Proofread your story by reading it...
From the Journal of Victoria St. Christopher: September 5th, 1879 I have decided to begin this log of my thoughts and experiences now, as we begin our journeys overland through Africa, rather than during the period whilst we were at sea, for two reasons; the first being that sea voyages are commonplace now, and unworthy of note in a historical journal; and...
Thank you angela love, for editing my story. * My wife Madeleine Wilson is an elegant lady. Successful in her job, and when she wishes she can dress to kill. The male executives in her company drool over her when she does that. Today would be such a day, as she should present a project to one of their major customers. I could just imagine them sitting ther...
Thank you kind readers for the encouragement so far. Unfortunately Chapter 5 was approved and posted before Chapter 4, hence the story is now some what disjointed. If you care to take the time to read this and then Chapter 5 all will become clear. Chapter Four. Susan’s Suspicions Sunday was a rather tense day to say the least! Brian, whilst not exactly sul...
Chapter 4: Sarah before the Court Sarah was utterly beaten, and she knew it. Brian, her owner, had been keeping her locked in a cage at his dorm room for the last week, only letting her out to use the bathtub restroom and to fuck her pussy when he was in the mood. Otherwise, she had been left locked in the cage, forced to wear a VR helmet that had continual...
A Study of the Effects of School Girl Uniforms on Adult Males It had been an enigma over time, a complicated puzzle of forced femininity on creatures who by all rights are already feminine, a torture impressed upon helpless young people in order to eliminate individuality and promote mindless conformity. The mystery in question is the Catholic Girl School U...
For the benefit of any unsuspecting reader, let me state now that this is NOT an article about how one might become a contented courtesan or smiling strumpet. Nope, not even a titillated trollop. Sorry about that. This assault on good taste and English letters is concerned with the fine art of creating attention grabbing hooks in the opening lines of your ne...
This Essay Was Begun— Thursday, September 27th, 2018, 6:14 p.m. Well then, and good day, friends! Yes, 'twould appear it's essay time again, would't not. The topic: writing lesbian fiction. I realize there've already been done a number of essays, treatises, theses and tutorials on the subject at hand. But now...there's one more. What got me into writin...
THURSDAY I stood in the kitchen, shaking with rage, and fought back my tears. In one hand, I held a butt plug. In the other, I gripped a blue dildo so large that I had trouble closing my fingers around it. A too-tight French maid's uniform squeezed my chest, my breath racing. A series of Polaroids posted on the refrigerator tells the story: The first Polar...