***Author's Note*** This story is a companion piece to my earlier story "A Time-Traveler's Lust" and any stories in the "A Time-Traveler" series. You don't have to read those to understand this story. They are all meant to make sense individually, as well as together. *********************************** Victorian London: A rat-and-smog-filled show of hum...
Desperation leads to disaster. It forces you to leave the safe cocoon you have built over the years and venture out into the wild. Desperation would even make you forget—if only for a short moment—that you shouldn't expose your ugliness to the world. Desperation might also make you forget the ugliness of the world itself. Millie Foster took one look at the...
Down to the laundry with the suit in hand, I find myself smiling at the secret mischief I pulled with it the night before. I promptly head to the kitchen, grab a quick bite to eat, and get items prepared for breakfast. The drab staff is just having their usual banter but after yesterday I feel a changed woman. The breakfast bell summons me, and I do a quick...
In front of a roaring fire that kept the crisp coldness of a December morning at bay, Lizzie turned the page of her special book and continued to read the words of Miss Asher: "It was with a sudden moment of clarity that I found the very thought of bending over a Gentleman's knee quite the most thrilling thing ever. The idea of submitting myself to the firm...
(It was 1892 and I, David Shaw, then aged 19 joined 'Maynard and Son, Purveyors to Gentlewomen and the Aristocracy' on Upper Richmond Road, Putney. The job involved providing 'underskirt services' to single women. This was my third day with the firm) *** I was given the following address by Mr. Maynard's secretary and arrived there promptly at half past tw...
When Mr Hastings first phoned me, I had no reason to think he was anything other than an ordinary client. I mean, so what if he asked me to turn up dressed as a chambermaid? That was one of the options mentioned on my business card. Transvestite maids have always been popular... My maid's outfit was the flimsiest kind; really just a cheap black mini-dress w...
5 - Uniform I slipped my foot into the first part of my only possession - my uniform. Sylphi had finished toying with me for now and had gone back to her characteristic voyeur-like observation. The material of the latex stocking slid delightfully up my synthetic skin, as if they had been made for each other, which I suppose they had. It was even more inte...
As the year 1880 wore on, Gray's urges toward women of a certain disposition grew stronger. As the owner of a modest drapery shop just off the Strand, he was fortunate in one sense to in contact with many women, though this did not help what he viewed to be a very unnatural desire; whilst the two younger male assistants at the shop discretely displayed their...
Note all characters are my creation all real places, and persons etc. are for story content use only. Also I wish to thank my editor for working with me on this. * Chapter 1 Hi! Thought I'd place all of this down here in my blog, kind of like my mom used to do in her old diary. First of all, my name is Kate Wilson -- well, it used to be Geoffrey Wilson....
It kind of started going wrong for Annette when Alfredo yanked down his shorts and revealed shaved balls. Chests she understood. Armpits even. All the local men were hairless, deep bronze and lithe; all six packs and sleek muscle. That she understood. But the balls thing. Yeesh. With a soft creak of raffia, Annette shifted in the "Emmanuelle" chair- which i...