The next day I started before the crack of dawn. Working through my yards like a man possessed so I could spend more time at the Dean's house. I got there just before midday, with plans to finish their yard. After what I'd seen, I was going to stick around this time. I wanted to see what would happen. I needed to see what would happen. The room was only ha...
To be obvious: this isn't a story, but a guide to the series. Since the series covers 24 episodes, I thought this list would help in keeping track of the major characters, especially their descriptions and basic history. It may not be comprehensive guide, but I hope it's helpful. If there's something that should be here and isn't, please let me know; I would...
Lord Anthony Millhaven of Beechwood leaned indolently against mantelpiece of Lady Eliza Montgomery's withdrawing room and surveyed the adornments of the room. Apart from the voracious Eliza, there were four other matrons of the ton, each of whom was well past their use by date and all were built on generous lines. The senior matron was the white haired Duche...
Geena had been out of sorts for almost a month and I knew that something was wrong, but every time I tried to talk to her she would tell me that nothing was wrong, she was just tired. Well I could understand that. Taking care of a full time job and two kids can do that to you. I'm sorry to say that I wasn't feeling all that sympathetic toward her problem. Sh...
Stories in this series were an attempt to write about sex from a woman's perspective. I really did want to write about an older woman who becomes a willing, insatiable slut for men with big cocks. But as I began to write, she had to go through other things first. For the reader, you will find a wide variety of adventures in these stories: lesbianism, dominat...
I left my private office and told my secretary I would be gone for the day as I rushed to my car. The drive home was 15 minutes but it felt like an eternity. My shaft ached in my pants as I recalled every dirty depraved thing my wife did with those two strange men. Finally, I arrived at my house. I noticed the flooring truck was gone as I pulled into my dr...
Xanthippos felt the firm, muscular shoulder of the man on his right against his own. Timocrates' sweat-slick flesh held reassurance. Their shields were large and round, but their position, strapped to the left arm, meant they could only cover half of the body. Timocrates' shield overlapped the exposed right half of his body in this position, just as his w...
Another boring day at Carleton University. The Capital of Canada can be a quirky environment. The only place on the planet earth where I can feel both invisible and the object of unsaid, unuttered hostility at the same time. Even on a campus teeming with East Indians, Arabs, Chinese and others among throngs of Caucasian students, being Black and male makes o...
Katie hated Valentine's Day. Every part of the celebration made her throw up in her mouth. The moment Christmas was over stores would be taken over by pink and red crap. The idea that as children you were expected to dish out little paper valentines to all your classmates was ridiculous. As adults it was expected you either embraced the holiday with your one...
"Here, let me help you get dressed," he says as he helps pull the tight skirt up over her thighs before inserting the hook into the eye at the waistband. Holding the bottom of the zipper he lifts the tab up and tucks it in under the covering fabric. Fitting the matching top over her head he is careful not to disturb her hair. The dress clings to her body a...