This was our last date. Our first and last date. The band played slowly, a waltz, and as we spiralled together, our hands clutched each other, defying our imminent separation, our closeness its cruellest reminder. This was our last date. We were in the same class at University, both studying English for wont of a more specific subject and, at first, this wa...
This story does involve bodily functions, fetishes, and behavior that might offend some, who should read no further. All characters are 18 or over. ***** It was early in the 20th century when the institution of the governess, hired by well-to-do families to care for their offspring, began to disappear. The reign of governesses in households—at least over t...
Sorry it's been so long for the second part, I got distracted and had a little writers block. Check out Part 1 to refresh your memory before you start reading this. As always, feedback and suggestions are welcome! Chase Stevens parked his black mustang that his dad had bought him for his 17th birthday at the end of the street he knew Ms. Fantelli lived on....
Her naked body hissed between the sheets as she slid into bed. It was a luxurious feeling, like hotel sheets always are, cool, crisp and fresh, nearly crackling. She felt like purring as she snuggled down, allowing the soft comfort to ease the tension of the day's drive from her. Fresh from the shower, glowing with a pampered warmth, she rolled to the cente...
I have never been a pretty girl. I am tall (six feet in my stockings) and skinny, with wide hips and a big nose that never really recovered its shape after a bicycle accident when I was eight. To make matters worse, I've never been a girly girl: I don't wear make-up or make a big fuss about my hair. Growing up I liked playing dungeons and dragons and basketb...
Entry Two: Mr. Pain. Dear readers: First, I would like to answer some comments left on my last story. Yes, that is how the events naturally occurred. Of course, I omitted random events and facts in the effort of flow, but yes, I was a 22-year-old virgin when I met C. I also hated every single thing about myself. I have no idea where these notions came fr...
He Loved The Lady With The Mona Lisa Smile She looked out her window, melancholy and reflecting on her life. The smell of gardenias and jasmine was a heady combination and it permeated on the morning air... the breeze so very gentle and stirring her to memories of days gone by. She was still a very beautiful woman well into her late seventies... with that c...
Joan was a petite, 19-year-old, brunette. She was 5'2," and her body was accented by breasts and hips that were just large enough to give her some very nice curves. She had very little body fat, and her belly was soft but flat. She usually wore her hair in a style that framed her face in a soft oval. Joan was not a glamorous beauty, but, she presented an app...
My name is Ben Johnson and I have to say I had really been living a charmed life. My wife Jessica and I got married three months ago and moved into a two bedroom apartment just blocks away from the campus where we'd be attending graduate school. Neither of us came from money so with tuition costs and debt from our undergraduate studies we knew we'd have to m...
The pounding of Michael's heart in his chest matched the throbbing of his cock which was threatening to burst through his fly. He could sense that at last he was about to score as he felt Allie's resistance starting to crumble. Voraciously he sucked her nipples which had trebled in size from match heads to hard bullets. Her breathing was becoming ragged. Her...