(I've started this new fantasy, based on a real need for a new editor. I'm not sure where it will go yet, but have several more chapters in mind, but who knows where one's mind, or libido, may take on. Enjoy, and please leave comments and votes. As always, all rights reserved by the author.) Chapter 2 The next morning, I called Jason and asked him if he st...
I finally got up and went to work, arriving there I told Jenny of the 2 grand from last night. As I was standing there talking to her Peter walked in. he asked, "How did it go last night?" Jen. Said "Oh she did great it seems that Mr. August does like Anal after all. He gave Linda 2 grand as a tip." Mr. Long smiled and said "Fine, fine, that's great." He tur...
Bill and I are having a hard time right now making the bills. I knew for the sake of both of our sanity that I would have to get a job so I could help pay the pressing bills. The problem all started over a year ago when Bill decided that we needed a new car. If he had bought one we could afford, well we would not be in this mess. No, he had to buy a big new...
Our street is, as they say, “bottom of the heap,” you know, in distinct contrast to old Frank Sinatra who proclaimed in song he wanted to be “Top of the heap.” Back some time in the middle of the twentieth century some politicians and town planners decided they wanted to build a sort of Utopia for us down the bottom people. Utopia, “No place,” was about rig...
It is with some relief that Miss McCloud steps out into Miss Lucy's Consulting Room. For an hour and a half she has been standing in the cramped confines of the lavatory cubicle. Through a pair of strategically-placed toiled rolls she has been peering out of the small window: nothing that has been said or done in the Consulting Room has escaped her. Yet sti...
"HOLY SHIT! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! YOU ARE FUCKING BULLSHITTING ME RIGHT NOW!" Summer was yelling exclamations as she was driving down the highway... nearly hitting a panel truck in the other lane. I had just finished telling her the story of my afternoon. "No, that is pretty much the way it happened. And how about not killing us," I exclaimed as the little Ho...
Why did I wait so long to clean the house? Nikki could be arriving at any time. At least the dirty clothes were out of the dryer, folded, hangered, and out of the way. When you work full-time, with a part-time job, there never seems to be enough time to get caught up on the stuff that a woman will immediately notice. Fortunately, Nikki understands and forgiv...
She cowered in the corner of the room, straining against the ropes that bound her hands behind her back and her ankles together. The chiffon and lace of the gown she'd been forced into rubbed against her plump thighs, the soft sounds of the material echoing in the empty chamber. Her tongue brushed against the red rubber ball in her mouth, the leather strap k...
Author's note: This is a story in two parts. The second part is complete and will be submitted a few days after the first. It is quite a bit longer than anything I've posted here before. I've tried to take at least some account of what readers have suggested they'd like to see me do differently, or better. All of the characters are over 18. As always, I love...
Unfortunately, the beginning of this story has been lost. G is my slave and we are playing out a role play. She is applying for a job with the publisher of a porn magazine (Tribald) and has passed the interview stage. D is is my previous slave and now a Mistress. P is her slave. D and myself are dressed in white bathrobes as G and P return from their break...