"Come on," Mick said again, "It'll be fun." I suppose I just gave up in the end. He'd been going on all night this "Vicars & Tarts" party he reckoned he'd got us invited to. All I'd wanted was a quiet drink, but he just wouldn't stop going on about it. As always, Mick claimed that this was a "sure thing", and there'd be loads of women there. But that's wh...
"Are you sure about this, babe?" I asked, examining myself in the full-length bedroom mirror and concluding that I looked completely ridiculous. I mean I'm sure some men could pull off wearing a dress, the kind of men willing to pluck their eyebrows and shave their chests, but that just wasn't me. I looked like what I was: a thirty-year-old man squeezed into...
Every person in my University classes knew the stories and escapades of Miss Anna Eleanor Richards; she wasn't particularly coy about her adventures and had little objection with explicit candour. I was certain her phone number was on half the mens' toilet walls in the block; a hypocritical response from immature male students when faced with women in contro...
This is a run of stories within my 'The Power of......." series. These, maybe shorter than usual, for me, stories look at how the clothes we wear influence and promotes our sexual feelings and arousal. As I have some photos from that party, I did try posting this to the Illustrated Story category. I couldn't make it work, but if you would like to how I lo...
Marie - How I got into this Lifestyle – Jon's Standpoint Hi to everyone. Thank you for the votes, and the positive feedback. I am pleased that the majority want to hear more of Marie. Marie was continuing, being taken, deeper into submission by Michael. She had given in to him and now her husband, Jon knew. This was what he had wanted after all, wasn't it...
I was sorting through the usual parish post-bag one summer morning when I spotted the note. It was not in an envelope and did not bear a stamp. It was hand-written, in a flowery calligraphy. It took me aback and I had to read it twice, three times, to absorb what the words said. Here they are... "Dear Vicar, I dream of your mouth. I dream of your mouth pr...
This is a work of fiction, any similarities to persons living or dead is completely coincidental. I hope that you don't think this story is too long and drawn out, I like stories that take you some place in the end, and getting there is half the fun. This is far removed from what I have done so far, I hope not too far, but I love this romantic era. Enjoy! E...
It had been three months since my divorce was finalized. Three long frustrating sexless months and now it was time to move on. The marriage broke down through lack of communication and not infidelity as was printed on the divorce papers, although infidelity was the straw that broke the camels back. My ex husband had given up any interest in me long ago, w...
'Wow, just look at this place, it's fantastic,' gasped Laurel Thomas as she stepped out of Rodney Blackstock's car at the swanky hotel outside Harrogate. Laurel had won a luxury spa break in a magazine competition and had chosen Rodney's daughter, her best friend Nicola King to join her. As Rodney drove off the two girls looked at each other and said in un...
Chapter 19: The Church Hall Pt2 Sue jerked as she registered the slap on her bum, before she felt Steve scuttle away. Slowly she sagged forward, her legs shaking, her endurance suddenly nearing its end. With Steve gone Sue waited for Chris to resume his sexual predations, his assault up on her body. She was expecting it, standing meekly as they had left her...