Dear Shoeblossom, Perhaps you can tell me if my obsession with a cruel young subordinate is out of order. Thanks, Dr. Marin BellamyMen called her Croissant because she was "delectable" and her friends called her that because she was a little flaky, but complex a girl as she was, Croy had a lot of fun in life. Getting her to pay attention to me took a l...
I suppose the story should start at the beginning, as all good telling does. My Father passed away when I was a teenager and sadly it meant I had to leave the private school I boarded at. My Mother and I had been completely unaware of the financial problems besetting him and, on reflection, had lived something of a charmed life. This ended in the late spri...
It had been a week since I had touched you and longer since I had allowed you an orgasm so when I sent you into the playroom you were ecstatic and giddy. Removing your gown and kneeling in wait until My arrival your eyes couldn't help but wander over the room. Hooks, chains, and ropes hung all over the walls and ceilings. Various tables and chests held toys...
Moonlight poured through the cabin windows, filling the room with soft silver light. I see your eyes in the nocturnal glow, watching me, filled with desire. It takes but a moment to get the fireplace working. And soon the chill of nightfall is pushed back by the warmth of the dancing flames. Firelight fills the rustic cabin as we lay before it on feather so...
The dreaded roommate returned home early, whilst I stood in the kitchen more naked than a desperate whore. Since I was receiving a handjob at the time, the woman administering my rapture — a recent Internet acquaintance — became frightened, and ran for her room. At that point, I realized I was more dead than the career of Milli Vanilli. On the road, and sti...
Originally published in "The Discerning Gentleman's Weekly" Volume IX, number 18 Issue dated March 25th 1896 It has been some days since last I took up my pen to add to this sad and sorry narrative of shame. I could not bring myself to resume the thread, but after days of drink and despair I knew that I must return to my notebook, locked in the drawer of...
I was already in the dining room when Jackson came in ... I don't know if you should use the word "radiant" about a man ... but that's just what he looked like ... he was radiant! "Dana, I have some wonderful news! I just got off the phone with Rose ... she will be here by Thanksgiving! Isn't that wonderful! I can't wait for you to meet her ... of course, I...
Natalie waited for him at a café in the Latin Quarter. She had hardly any money in her purse, so when the waiter came to her table, she only ordered an espresso. The waiter curled the sides of his mouth downwards in distaste – he realised she intended to spend very little money while taking up an entire table right in the busy part of the afternoon. She shi...
Jason knew where he was as soon as he opened his eyes. He had died again in the hands of a demonic creature and once again was brought back to this hotel room in Hell. He wondered now if there was any way of escape. He looked at the room for just a second before he felt the erotic touch of a hand sliding around his hip. Tempted by the memories of his last t...
Chapter 3 Perhaps luckily, I found that Frank was still not home, so had the time to use a shower as an opportunity to give myself an at least partially satisfying orgasm - so did not go to bed as totally frustrated as I otherwise would have done. And as I had only a relatively few hours between then and the following night's opening performance, I had litt...