Whether it was the sunlight shining through the window that woke me, or the sound of the clicking at the keyboard, I don’t know. Either way, I propped myself up on my elbow and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. The girl that I had spent the night with was sitting on her desk chair
I had my first real experience with sex when I was 18. I didn’t find out till sometime later that it was called being dominated. That summer I was staying with my Uncle. He and my Aunt had divorced and technically he was no longer related to me, but to me he was & still
Jan was still tied in the bedroom and her captors were refreshing themselves with snacks and drinking some fruit juice. She tried to move her hand binds around from behind her back to where she could properly touch herself to ease the tension of her dark confinement. Just as she was getting her legs between
Our local college Basketball team made the state finals Tournament. Its up to a 5 night trip depending on how the team does. I’m their bus driver. I am Bi but like girls most of the time. There is one type boy I like. Billie is that type. I have been watching him since the
It was a beautiful fall day as Alexander made his way across the quad to the campus library. Beaming rays of sunshine took the sting out of the crisp air and leaves crinkled across the ground as a light wind blew them about. He unzipped his coat, relaxing it around his tall, lean frame. His
In my last posting I mentioned something about men fantasising about their wives being with other men. Judging from some of the mails I have received, it seems to be a hot topic. One guy asked if really I have never dreamt about being with somebody else with my husband present. From my last story
Aaaahhhh! Alas another Saturday. A day of leisure. I don’t have to worry about traffic jams that make me late for work or what my boss, ‘fat ass’ Katie will have to say about it. No customers asking me for absurd requests like a red wedding cake with purple icing or mango chutney when mangos
It was a hot spring day and he was layiing out on his lounge chair. He was wearing his oversized black shorts and a white sleeveless t-shirt. His aide had just shown up and saw he was sleeping in the shade in his back yard. She was a young attractive girl in her mid twenties
She looked up at the fancy farmhouse in front of her. It had been in ruins for as long as she remembered as a kid she often came here to throw chestnuts through the windows, or to make a fire on the back patio. Recently a developer had bought the place and changed it into
Ms. Fitch was a young attractive twenty four year old teacher fresh out of school. It was her first job and her first day at the local high school. She walked down the hallway enjoying the stares from the young students. She had to admit she did look hot in her new outfit. Her black
It was the hour of the wolf and Sister Jessica Felicita was troubled. She had been awake in bed for at least an hour reliving a particular event from the previous day and contemplating her life. Regret and anxiety had taken hold and no amount of prayer was getting her back to sleep. Frustrated, she
Watching the train come into the platform, slowly making its way up the track, another day, another meeting, he thought. He quickly ran a mental check list that he had everything, briefcase, presentation case, minutes of the last AGM, and of course his lunch. Cheese and tomato sandwiches, the same sandwiches he had been having
She stood there, all of 5” tall, looking death in the face. In front of here is what can only be described as the hideous monsters we worried about slithering under our beds as children. Lurking in our closets. He stood at least three times her height, and even get started about his girth. He
Nobody warned me that my days would be turned on their head from this day forward. Our relationship was what you could consider “normal”. We enjoyed our ventures out to the pub, to cosy nights in with nothing but a movie and a blanket to keep us warm. While we both had our moments of
One July, Saturday afternoon, the white, 18 – y/o friends, George and Dylan, had barely departed a video – game parlor before the wind blew a magazine, “The Dungeon Files”, in their direction. George it picked up, with the youngsters leafing through it until they asaw a woman s nude picture showing her pretty face,