After the passing of her husband to cancer, the sixty eight year old stunner reverted back to her ultra-conservative lifestyle...While driving to a meeting the cell range and ALL things changed! A recommendation to readers who enjoy stories of confident men, who are extremely endowed, please read the extraordinary writer rmdexter. ***** After the funer...
1. A successful journalist is sitting inside his room, staring at a fireplace. A cacophony of sounds keeps reminding him of the storm outside. "Soothing," the man mutters to himself while stretching his arms. "I really hope this rain is going to provide me with a stream of creative ideas." "You'll have more than you bargained for," a voice can be heard....
They had talked many times online, eventually taking the next step and bringing their conversations to the telephone. They had laughed late into the night on many occasions and she found herself often sprawled carelessly on the bed with the phone cradled close against her ear, imaging him as she listened to the warm, smooth sound of his voice. They had know...
The Pig's Ass porter's taste is bitter. Violent convulsions drive through my tongue and down my throat with the warm creamy brown flood. The Porter, causes reflection of a meal at a Tarbert's guest house years before . We were there eating the local offering of steak pie. It cried for a drink that matched it. The only brew offered came from the local pub. Th...
She had planned on a quiet, romantic weekend away with a friend who seemed to be becoming more. And though she knew some of the possibilities, her current situation was beyond the fantasies she'd allowed herself to consider. Her surroundings were dark, her world inky-black. She saw nothing, heard nothing, yet she was content. She knew there were candles, ev...
The ceiling fan spun around and around and around. It was that time of day again. It was that kind of class again. Dr. Seguin was now lecturing about the Great Pyramids of Egypt, Jeffrey LaDow loved it. LaDow would sit back in his desk, stare at the ceiling fan, and let his imagination run wild. As a child, he remembered going to the theatre and watching old...
...each part must be pursued within my mind individually... This part started with the voice. Before, all was play, all was exploration. Before, I was firmly delineated as myself. My breasts lifted with each breath, my hands reached and I felt each fingertip distinctly touching flesh. I could feel each hand on me, could feel the differences between our skin...
Chapter Thirteen: First Spanking My first real spanking. It wasn't that mother hadn't spanked me, that was expected, but receiving a spanking from a stranger was quite another thing. Nutte entered quickly and brought me to reality with a swat that caught my left thigh. Swat! I jumped and my eyes went wide from shock. My mouth opened and I made to scream un...
Lucian was led by his arm. The path seemed to go in circles. Left then right, then another one. By the fourth time he was lost and just let the woman drag him behind her. First few minutes walking were made in relative silence, not even his inside voice was saying anything. The woman stopped. "Go slave." He was pushed up front. *What did we get ourselves i...
She was sitting at the bar having a drink, her head pounding from the night before, when she had had too much to drink. She was slowly nursing her drink, hoping it would cure her hangover. The bar was is noisy, with people talking all around her. At first, all the voices blended together, nothing special. She sipped her drink again, and then she heard it, a...