"Lady, shall I lie in your lap?" Akemi asked Camilla as she lay down at Camilla's feet. "No, my lord," Camila answered, affecting maidenly modestly. "I mean, my head upon your lap?" Akemi asked. "Ay, my lord," Camilla answered. "Do you think I meant CUNT-ry matters?" Akemi asked. "I think nothing, my lord," Camilla answered, again, affecting bashfulness...
Sam stood looking at his door for what seemed like a very long time. He was reeling, more than a little bit, and he actually put his arm out and propped himself up against the door, hanging his head and breathing steadily. When he had a better hold of himself, he turned to find Miranda rifling through the drawers of his kitchen. "What in the world made you...
**this series of stories was written as a sequence of letters in the style of a man writing a memoir. Some of the events are actual memories of mine while others are fantasy; some are memories touched by fantasy. Although written in the first person, I tried to leave the identity of the couple vague to allow the reader to insert their own identities into the...
I drove, Sarah, my daughter to my mom's place. The entire time I held back my tears. My mom sent her best wishes, as it was my wedding anniversary. The fact that my mom knew my anniversary and my wife didn't, pinched my heart. I took my leave and got in the car. The floodgates were now open. I had made up my mind to confront Kate. I needed an explanation. I...
Mike went to pick up the post. It was his day off, while his wife was still at work. 7 or 8 letters -- marketing rubbish mainly, along with a brown envelope. But then a white envelope, with his name on. No stamp -- someone must have slipped it into his letterbox by hand. Mike felt around the envelope -- it felt like there was a CD or something in the envelop...
Early June was delicious at the Academy. Exams over, papers in. Going home soon, to eager, abusively bossy parents. Nothing to occupy the mind but erotic fantasies. All those boys in shorts and T-shirts, sometimes not even T-shirts, sunning or playing Frisbee on the campus green. That was the spring that the Academy confiscated my brand new, specially print...
Again I apologize for the lack of sex as there will still be none. Please be patient it soon will come. * Happiness, sadness, envy, jealously, anger, regret were some of the emotions surrounding me as I sat at my usual table in the school cafeteria. Everyone seemed to feel an emotion like they have a name as I stared around at my fellow classmates who wer...
I could hear the “bing-bong” of the doorbell as I depressed the white lighted plastic button. As faint as the sound was from my position standing outside the house, it startled my jangled nerves nonetheless. I had never done anything like this before, and my stomach was somewhere between butterflies and full-on nauseousness. That door chime symbolized the...
Hi everyone. This is Ankita Rao. The following happened to me immediately after my second marriage anniversary. Many of you may accuse me of being a worthless slut at the end of the story, but I am very very devoted to my husband and we share a wonderful marriage between us... I am from a typical middle class Indian household and I have had a good middle cl...
It's only 6 p.m. and the Hart building is quiet as church. The summer recess doesn't start for another day but it seems like the whole place decided to take an early weekend. Senator Aldridge is the last name on my list. I want to go home too. I knock three times on the door to his suite. It's open but there's no one to be found. I tentatively peek my head...