“Nancy Wilson’s Holiday Home for Empire Young Ladies.” In the days when the sun never set on the British Empire you might have seen this advertisement in newspapers from the London to the Bombay Times and all up market newspapers in between. No one ever called it by its full name; it was always “Nancy’s Place.” In those far off days men and their families...
The past catches up with us all, eventually... And we must all decide if we're bound by it. Bayonetta's Abuse IX -- The Ties That Bind *knock knock knock* James awoke to three courtesy taps on the door followed by a key-card lock releasing. The door opened and two men entered. James pulled himself up into a sitting position, leaning against the upright p...
Author's note: This fictional series about a character first introduced in my "Coming Home; Coming Out" serial continues with Marie, now engaged, is going to meet Charles's parents. She also takes Charles to meet her mentor, Dr Sara Walters and her sissy cuckold, Paula. As in all of my work, every character is over 18 years of age, and all sexual practices a...
The sun rays streaming in through the open blinds greeted me into the morning, as I stirred from my sleep and groaned, my eyes barely adjusting to all that light. I realised I'd forgotten to close the blinds at night, exhausted as I'd been after three meetings. Fumbling around with closed eyes, I located the button for the blinds and pressed it, sighing in r...
This is a story of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead or institutions is coincidence. * CHAPTER ONE Nineteen fifty seven was not a particularly notable year for the world, or for the inhabitants of the United Kingdom. Of course there were quite a few people who would look back and say. "That was a good year, a very good year." But for man...
CHAPTER 1 Angela Cherrington left the party disgusted after she'd gone into the family room and saw a guy with a beer bottle hanging from his bared butt and two middle-aged nude women on the floor going at it, head to tail. She left seeking a bed at her girlfriend's home, annoyed her parents continued to have revolting parties. The only child's parents wou...
Author's Notes: The inspiration for this story came from reading comments posted to one MSTarot's stories, lamenting its poor grammar, while itself being even less grammatically correct! It is dedicated to all those authors who have given me such enjoyment with their offerings -- MSTarot, DQS, Rehnquist (where are you?), SS06 and others. Like the stories I...
Copyright Oggbashan December 2004 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * I'm on the fund-raising committee for our local kids...
No sex in this bit - they're too busy... I asked Emma to strip-wash or masturbate herself by the pool again, as there was a job that needed doing with no one watching. Now it was all we had to drink, we could no longer swim or bathe in it. After our lunchtime cuddle she headed for the pool and stripped. The weather was freezing so I had to keep my work to...
CHAPTER NINE "Yes?" Caroline paused, thankful that the knock on the door had not caused her to smear the fair copy she was making of the letter in front of her. The paper that the Duke's valet had given her was far too expensive to permit her to use any more than she needed. The door swung open and the smiling face of James Stanhope appeared. Caroline ros...