I guess that the best place to start is to say that I live in a big barn far out in the country. Or at least I live in a barn four days a week and the rest of the time I live in a house in town with my wife and two Brittany Spaniels, Orville and Wilbur. The barn is a weekend home and is a little less rustic than the label might imply. It's a huge wooden affa...
Day 24 On Wednesday morning Caitlyn was alone again. Jon was long gone; it was, after all, nearly nine in the morning, and he had been at work for almost two hours. Caitlyn, for her part, had very little to look forward to; the new semester at Shellview State would not resume for another few weeks. Jon had suggested she look for a short-term job, an idea sh...
***By the Tenth Century, the peoples of Northern Scotland, the Faeroes, Orkneys and Shetland Islands all found their ways of speaking being supplanted by a language that is today known as Old Norse. The more southerly groups regionalized this even more with what is now known as Norn, a rather insular variant which is now extinct other than as a flavoring in...
Thanks smoothed for editing this story. ***** Grace Cox smoothed out her skirt. It was a blistering summer Sunday; the sun was scorching in the middle of the sky. She didn't want to be outside on a day like this, but it was her Catholic duty to go door-to-door preaching after mass. Three doors had already been slammed in her face today. People made her n...
Part 3 "On the third day of Christmas, my lover gave to me, Three college boys, and an orgasm with her tongue. -S." OK, this can be dealt with. Don't leave the house, Mandy. Don't open the door, Mandy. Don't trust anyone, Mandy. That little devious cunt of a lover has been way too crafty in tying you up and screwing with your head. You just need to hide...
It had been weeks since Monica had risked her exhibitions in Teacher "Dane Morrison's" class. After all these weeks of guys begging her to get bold again she finally felt comfortable enough to go for broke. She had waited to see how the students who had seen her in her other hijinks would keep things quiet. After a long silent patience, Monica decided they n...
Note: Please add to this story as much as you wish, and however you wish. You cannot make it overly violent. You must be of age to read this story. This is a completely fictional story. It is devoid of any actual feminist or political agenda, it is simply exploring the fetish of female on male domination. It’s a normal day in late spring in the classroom of...
Elie's club has had a few mixers lately to get now people in the other clubs. She always invited those owners who wanted to improve their clubs. She thought at the one year mark she would republish. Elie went a step further, to invite members of the better clubs to go to the new and improved clubs. Let the owners know your feedback. We all will be better o...
I, again, want to thank my editor, smoothed, for his hard work. You add considerable refinement to my work and it makes sharing these stories all the more enjoyable for me. I've gone back and forth with whether I should place this in romance or exhibition/voyeur categories. Obviously, it contains elements of both, but I promise that going forward, Ellie an...
Chapter 3 Seventeen years earlier... "No, she isn't!" five-year-old Corec said to his half-brothers. "Yes, she is," Toman insisted. "Your mother's buried in the crypt. Father's just never taken you down there because you're too little." Corec couldn't remember his mother, but there was a portrait in the sitting room with Father, Isa, and Mother all toget...