A. The Basement As Fannie and Mary had planned, the next weekend Mary went away to enjoy a small vacation. Just after Mary walked out the door, Fannie came to Zarcoff holding a set of keys in her hand saying, "What do you think? Should we go down and check out the special room?" "Dad always said that that room was off limits to us," Zarcoff replied. "He s...
George Thomas Ford was an absolute asshole! He was the retail store owner. He was a round fellow, with white beard. He is often thought of by his employees as the Evil Santa. In fact, he would dress as Santa Claus during the last weekend before Christmas, faking a jovial "Ho, Ho, Ho," and taking little children on his lap, asking, "Have you been naughty or n...
Hi! It's me Diana Johnson again. You know, the tiny woman married to that big hunk Bob. Well, some of the readers of my first story (the one which started in the Kitchen) have asked me to write a bit more about our adventures. When I think about it, there is quite a bit to report, and some things moved in a direction I would never have guessed. You may rec...
Our messy hero has been blindsided by his girlfriend and her best friends, stripped, pied, gunged and ruthlessly pleasured with a vibrator (see Part 1). Now it’s payback time… I had turned up at Linda's the previous night at about six. I knew that she would be just back from work, and that she would offer me a drink. Linda was the most sociable of all of us...
A grocery store in a tourist town at the height of the summer season can be a very busy place. I was spending some time on the coast of Maine and stopped in to just such a store on a warm August evening to get a case of beer and a few days worth of food for the cooler. I was working my way north and east along the coast, living in campgrounds out of a little...
A petite photographer becomes her own subject... I drove as quick as I could to Lucy's place, not that I was worried about Ursula warning her, but because I was eager to move on to my next victim. Lucy answered the door in a white t-shirt and pale blue sweatpants. "Oh," she said, startled; I had never spontaneously called round to her house before. "Hello....
I set my alarm for 7AM to ensure I'd be up, bathed and had my breakfast. I was sure I'd need all of them, bathed because I felt I'd be nude all day or almost all day with Bonnie. And eating breakfast would give me the energy I would need to do whatever Bonnie wanted me to do in her home and to her body, I hopped. These past days had been the most exciting...
This is a work of pure fiction. This is a sequel to a previous story, so if you want to find out how things began, please refer to the first story. Any similarities to any persons, alive or dead, or to anything you have ever seen or heard before, is a complete accident. My relationship with Nicole progressed through the winter. Finally spring came around...
The next morning, before she left for work, she left a list of chores for him to complete before she got home. The list included doing the laundry and picking up the dry cleaning. "I expect these done when I get home from work!" She put at the bottom of the note. When she arrived home, she saw him sitting on the couch as usual, but this time he wasn't watch...
If anyone would like to help me edit my stories please let me know. Thanks. * OK! OK! Look I'm not paranoid. I don't carry a gun. No, I don't think there are big headed little green predator men who take us up into the sky and experiment on us for weeks before bring us home again. I also don't think there are villains behind every door who are predators ou...