I live in a leafy town just outside London. Last summer a lady, called Pauline, moved into the vacant house next door. She seemed to keep herself to herself. She was a large lady who gave the impression that she wasn’t the sort to be messed with. I’ve always had a thing for large dominant women, and often imagined what it would be like to be dominated by one...
"I'll be back tomorrow unless you want to come with me," Henry looked hopefully at his wife, "I sure could use the company." Doris shook her head, slowly at first then emphatically, "I think I'll stay. We have to pay for the room tonight regardless, we should at least make use of it," she turned away, "Why on earth did you agree to drive six hours, one way?...
How very weird it felt to be walking up to the Norton's front door, erotically excited over the anticipated and inevitable sexual encounter but at the same time apprehensive over the unfamiliar surroundings; being on foreign ground. Hell, I was only going next door! Mrs Norton greeted me in the hallway; I had learnt her name now - Moira. What a suitable nam...
*** The Ride *** Valerie leaned over the top of her bike's handle-bars to attack the steep San Francisco hill. Her legs and lungs burned from the climb. This was the hardest part of her Saturday ride, but with each labored push the stress from her week washed away. As she approached a cross street a SFPD officer put his hand up and signaled for her to st...
Sensitivity Training can mean a lot: Part 7 Meanwhile back home. While this can be a stand-alone story, still it is a chapter in the larger story. It takes place back home while Beercan (AKA Jason) is spending his first two weeks at the Institute. Beercan was sent Sensitivity Institute of America because he had sexually harassed one of his employees. His b...
I have so much to update about what's been happening in my life. That's my life post-husband. Its my life where I am free to behave the way I wished I had done in my college days. Where I find gorgeous young men, in their twenties or earlier, to take to my bed for all sorts of fun and adventure. These are the sort of boys who pursued me while I was at univ...
"People think I'm weird anyway," was Carson Goodman's response to the question posed by the woman who was making them dinner, Ann Knox, who had wondered aloud what people would think if they saw a 19 year old boy going to an old lady's apartment on a Friday night. "Besides, you aren't old," the chubby lad said. "You're about the same age as my Mom." "I bet...
First Week The next morning, I heard Mistress wandering around upstairs for a few minutes before I heard the door to the basement open and Her steps descending the stairs. Then the glow of light for just a moment before She pulled aside the cover of my cage, opened the lock, and without even a greeting said simply and sleepily, “shit, shower, and shave, tu...
I believe I've found my niche. Westerns, set in history or in modern times, and/or detective stories are what I like to write best. I may try my hand at a romance or two in the future but I'm comfortable with my little play area. I hope you enjoy this story of the exciting times following the Civil War. My usual statement follows. Constructive comments,...
Cinematic female-to-male impersonations have usually been meant to fool the characters on-screen but not the audience, which is typically in on the ruse. Critics have often raised the question of whether a woman can play a mature man with enough conviction to deceive the other characters (except in farce). Indeed, girls and women have more often been deploye...