In the fifties, in Swansea, Capitalism still ruled. Large detached houses were still owned and occupied by rich ship owners, factory owners and mine owners. Their sons and daughters were naturally sent to the best English public schools and we used to come together in dances and house parties in the holidays. In the Christmas holiday of 1957, I went to 12 da...
It was a typical Sunday afternoon as she shopped at her favorite produce market, perusing the aisles for her favorite fresh fruits and vegetables, quickly scanning her hungry, blue eyes over the many rows of healthy delights for some occasional exotic fruit the store owner provided. Charlotte was in fine physical condition for a woman of forty-five years and...
As I mentioned at the conclusion of Part 2, Cathie was livid when she heard the demand of our neighbor, Helga. What she had feared as a result of her episode with Otto and John was apparently being realized. Her concern was, I believe, that she would be thought of as an easy woman, a willing plaything. By now she had convinced herself that she was a victim i...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. There is something worse than waking up and not knowing where you are: you could wake up and not know who you are. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going...
You enter the room, and there she is, standing by the desk, her back to you. She is wearing a simple white top and a silky black skirt that barely reaches mid thigh. You approach silently, your footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. You reach out, pressing her down with one hand at the small of her back. Without a sound, she complies, bending forward, placin...
It's sometimes said of strip poker that it's a game that's regularly fantasised about, but very rarely played for real. And perhaps I haven't been going to the right parties, but it seems likely to me that there's more than a grain of truth in that -- while games designed as a thin excuse to see your friends in a state of undress (or to snog or grope them) a...
The sunlight twinkled on the rippling brook as it meandered between the meadows of Caisterdale to pass beneath the old stone bridge beside the village church. Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in shadow oblivious to the scene, staring unseeing into the distance, book in hand but lost in her thoughts. She heard hooves clattering upon the gravelled path,...
Chapter 1: A New Prescription... My first story, please give me tips! Author note: The main character's name is pronounced: Shar-me-on. * Charmion groaned and pounded her fist on the steering wheel. She was tired. She hadn't slept in days; her sexual tension was killing her. She wanted to have sex so bad, she was so curious. At 22 she was old to be a vi...
January 20, 2025 "Please raise your right hand and repeat after me: I, Mark Douglas Robinson, do solemnly swear..." "I, Mark Douglas Robinson, do solemnly swear..." "That I will faithfully execute..." "That I will faithfully execute..." "The Office of President of the United States..." "The Office of President of the United States..." "And will, to th...
Li wondered how she kept getting herself into these situations. She was exposed. Her feet fixed apart by a spreader bar. Her hands, hell even every individual finger, were bound tightly together in black latex gauntlets behind her back. On top of that her head was enveloped by latex hood which sported a thick blindfold kept in place by a heavy bridle that ev...