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Carla - Chapter 4

Harry Carter and I went way back. He was, like me, from a part of the military that doesn’t exist. He had to leave when he mislaid a leg in some shitty part of the world. I’d carried him most of the way out and while he didn’t owe me anything (he’d have done the same for me), he’d remained a close and dear friend. He was also one of the most resourceful men I knew. If the police couldn’t...Read On

Blog 8

Pippa needs comforting and it seems that I have been chosen ... lucky me

Blog 8 I don’t know if you remember; when I started writing Blog 7 I was going to tell you about “the palaver”, but somehow got distracted by Pippa and her Rampant rabbit and, after a little finger fluttering sojourn, I ended up recounting the remainder of that lovely evening her and I spent learning to love “Mr Shaft” together. Which means that I really do need to tell you all...Read On

10

No Choice of Hobson

Lily's choice. Hobson's choice from the other perspective

Hobson's choice from the other perspective: It was Monday morning and the Executive Board meeting was finally coming to a close. I had allowed my mind to wander back to the session I had enjoyed in the car with my driver this morning. My nipples still aching a little from her teeth marks as she savaged my petite breasts while I shoved my fingers deep inside her. I could still smell her...Read On

10

lazy

you dont know what i want to do...

There are days when you annoy me so much I just want to fuck you senseless so you can't talk and annoy me further. There are other days when you're so sweet I just want to lie you down and show you how much I love you. Last night... Last night was completely different to any of those nights. You just got out the shower and entered your room with just a towel covering your naked body, the...Read On

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Intense Visual

There is this zing as our eyes meet over the large group of dancing, writhing bodies. The dance floor is filled tonight. I talked to her earlier on the phone after I got off work and I asked her if she was coming out, but she had said she was probably going home to bed. I had planned to only stay for a little while and then go home to her, but there she is…even better. I am pulled back to...Read On

8

The View From A Window

A new sub is slowly coerced into the lifestyle

 The first time I met Anna we didn’t speak. No sound passed between us. For my part, the only sound was some soft music in the background. It was a long time ago but I believe it was Beethoven. I might be wrong but either way, it’s not really important. What was important was that the silence was filled with messages, hesitant at first but quickly becoming bolder. I think I was more used to...Read On

6

I move in with my lover

Despite our age differences I was getting quite comfortable dating Catherine, she was quite happy to drive me where ever I wanted to go anytime I chose. Picking me up from work each night, she would drive me home, or to her house on Wednesday and Friday nights, when I would spend the night with her. Wednesday evenings we would usually take in a movie, then back to her house where we both...Read On

5

Carla Returns - 2

Developments as Carla tries to save Otto and protect Jen

Lauren got out of bed. Ava was lying on her back, her blonde hair spread across the pillow. Lauren looked at her breasts moving slowly up and down in time with her breathing as she slept and felt that her Sunday morning might be just as rewarding as her Saturday night had been. She tore her eyes away from the sleeping German woman and stepped into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Her...Read On

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Carla - Chapter 2

Recovery and back to work with a pleasant interlude between them

I was hiding behind a pepper pot. The frog in the chair facing me asked me how I felt but I wasn’t going to hold a conversation with a frog. The problem with frogs is they can turn into Princes. Hallucinations are a consequence, I learned, of morphine use. As my pains, various, reduced so did the morphine and eventually the weird and wonderful tricks my mind played. I was left with the need...Read On

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Encounter - Part 2

Raquel has an incredible ending

Raquel saw the desire in the woman’s eyes as she looked into them. They were green, natural for a redhead, and there was a lust in them that made Raquel feel wanted, desired, the eighteen year old object of a mature woman’s passion. The woman removed her hand from Raquel’s mouth and put her finger to her own lips, “Shhhhh.” Her hand lifter the bottom of Raquel’s t-shirt and slowly inched...Read On

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The Passion of Agnes Part 4

Agnes continues her voyage of self-discovery

I retraced my steps in the direction of the dormitorium, wondering if I was still expected to fulfill my duties that day, much troubled in heart and soul, turning over in my mind the tenets of the strange philosophy expounded to me by Sister Gwendolyn. Even more than the tableaux of the previous night these diabolical views shocked me to the core. She couldn’t have been serious. I had no...Read On

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Lesson Learned Ch. 04

After the sex, what's left?

“Are you sure you should do this again?” Gina asked me over lunch a couple of weeks later. Lia and I had gotten together nearly every night during those two weeks and it was like it used to be. Fantastic sex at night, friendly acquaintances during the day. “Why not?” I took a bite of my burger. “I just thought you . . . I don’t know.” Gina shook her head, then pushed her brown hair...Read On

9

Jess

Unrequited love

The scene is a beautiful hotel in the wilds of the Somerset Levels. It is a warm, late summer evening and the sun is setting over the hazy landscape. It is the occasion of my friend, Jess’s hen night and it is a quiet and small affair of perhaps nine of her closest friends. Relaxed and informal we have been sitting, talking and drinking in the lounge overlooking the hotel’s garden and across...Read On

3

I Remember My Lover

I drank from her

I lie in the bath, luxuriating in the warm soapy water and I think of her. I remember how she'd bathe me, how she'd soap her hands and caress every inch, every nook and every little cranny of my body. I remember the pleasure we both got from dressing each other prior to going out, how she'd stand up completely naked whilst I pulled the stockings up over her long, suntanned thighs, my lips...Read On

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Hunger Part IV

Her weekend continues...

I feel the sharp pang of disappointment as I realize that my own psyche has left me stranded on the floor, bereft of the means and energy to scale the soaring walls of delight that I was so close to conquering moments ago. I weaken as the rush of passion ebbs and the soft focus of arousal fades, replaced by the harsh glare of the fluorescent bulb above me and the coarse rub of the nylon...Read On

13

Maude/Madeleine Part 6

Madeleine's night with her first Lady concludes

My Lady was most tender as we dried ourselves. Despite her earlier complaint of having been exhausted by our coupling she seemed, having taken the bubbling wine, to recover. We had sipped our wine seated facing each other, both naked, in the soft chairs the room provided. She had talked of her unhappy marriage to an elderly peer who, she said, preferred blasting pheasant from the face of...Read On

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Wartime

The start of a saga of wartime love

Elizabeth Fleming told me some of this story in the years before she died, aged eighty, in 2010. The more graphic scenes are mine but the emotions and surrounding history are hers. She was my Great Aunt, great in so many ways for she was the third family member I ever revealed my sexuality to, the first two being my parents. I had known since girlhood that she shared a cottage in Hampshire...Read On

6

Jaz. The Conclusion.

Marsha pushed her long blond locks back behind her ears and began to plant kisses on Jaz's full breasts. The skin was warm and there was a faint scent of the perfume still lingering on her flesh. "Please kiss them," Jaz begged in a whispered voice. Marsha complied and began using the same techniques that Jaz had used on her. The soft cries of ecstasy told her that she was doing it...Read On

12

Mira - Dead End

My employment with Mira comes to a dramatic end

Ivanova’s eyes lit up when the door to her apartment opened. It was 11pm. She knew that only Mira Destovsky had a key and she hoped this meant that she was about to feel the kiss of the whip or the cane that hung on a hook behind her bedroom door. Mira came into the large, sparsely furnished lounge and shrugged off her long, black leather coat. Beneath it she wore tight, also black...Read On

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Gossip City Chapter 1: Revenge of the Kindhearted

The start to a new series of tales of the bitches of Gossip City.

In this segment, Mayor Meg helps Gina, (an innocent girl, accused of sluttiness, who had been framed by an actual slutty bitch) escape from prison. There have been many times in my life, when I found myself dreaming of a world without bitches. Then one night, I woke up from one of those dreams, and had an epiphany. I sat up in bed, and an invisible light bulb, as bright as a...Read On

2

In Germany

You have the perfect hair color-the color is a hue between magenta and blood red. Your black leather jacket looks great on you. I see you as a very handsome woman. Usually I don’t get turned on by masculine figures, but you are an exception. I met you on a trip. It was a student exchange program. You were the mom of my exchange student. The student himself looked like a sissy. I understood...Read On

12

Another Night in December

My second night with Tilda

Time can drag sometimes. I stood at the front door of my flat, watching Tilda walk away. She didn’t look back, but I bet she knew that I continued to watch her. It wasn’t until she had turned the corner at the end of the road that I opened my door and went inside. I threw off my coat and dropped into a chair. I was tired, who wouldn’t be? I decided the laundry could wait and I went to...Read On

10

The Cruise Singer Part Deux

Monique takes Amanda home

I walked out of the hotel heading towards the Eiffel tower which I could see off in the distance. I managed to avoid the various gypsy beggars and their children who tried to con me into giving away my euros. My thoughts weren't really on sightseeing at the moment, Amanda and I had planned on walking around together and now that was a bust. Well, you know where my mind was; with Amanda...Read On

10

After Jess

After Jess, was there ever going to be love in my life again?

It was 3 weeks later that Tippi called. ‘Hi, it’s me, Tippi.’ I had not been expecting her to call. I’ve so often spoken words and then, as they left my mouth, wished I could have swallowed them back. I’d assume that was what she had done. Maybe she was ‘phoning to apologise. ‘Look, Tippi, I was being really stupid that night. Could we just forget it?’ ‘We can forget some of it, sure....Read On

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Maude/Madeleine Part 9

A special event in Mistress Pickles' household

In the following months I entertained many guests at Mistress Pickles’ house and my First Lady was a regular visitor. She sometimes liked to take both Maria, to whom I had become exceeding close, and me to her room and we would entertain her together. Mistress Pickles’ salon had become well known amongst ladies of class and, of course, a certain inclination. One evening we were in the...Read On

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The escort (6) - Initiation

Rosie, who was my “Madame” at Marchmont Ladies, had just introduced me to the pleasures of anal sex; far from being the uncomfortable experience I had expected, it turned out to be a delightfully enjoyable way to have sex, and I couldn't wait for her to take me to the next stage so that I'd be ready to take a real cock up the ass. But for now we were idly cuddling and stroking and it was...Read On

3

A chance opportunity

She doesn't believe in second chances.

She stood next to me, a short girl of 5' 2". Her dark brown hair, almost verging on black was covering the majority of her face. She was hiding her beauty away from the world tonight. This was a gathering for a friend's father who had recently passed. All of his friends had come in support of his family. His father was a famous man- but it was still a shock at the number of people who were...Read On

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The Rebellion Part One

Two women: one Princess, one Queen. Both captured but soon lead a rebellion against their captors

*** Princess T ***     I spit and struggle, my limbs aching from the tight bonds, made tighter by the cruel slavers. They repaid my escape attempts and struggles with a vicious beating, leaving me tender and weak. The narrow confines below deck are cramped, and I can hear the creaking of wood and the calls of sailors. I know I am far from the beloved mountains and forests of my home....Read On

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Waiting

Waiting Here I am again. It's just about 7 p.m., a Friday, and I'm waiting for you to get to my apartment. I absolutely adore these times that we can get together and spend time just laying around. You're supposed to bring over some movies soon. We'll spend the weekend together. Actually you'll be here any minute. Seconds seem like hours when you're away, love. I'm going crazy thinking of...Read On

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Maude/Madeleine Part 3

Maude/Madeleine's story continues from a different perspective

Jenkins Takes up the Narrative I was born 2 years before the old King died in 1760. I have no idea who my parents were for my first knowledge is of life in a poor house over which the Beadle, Mr Crabtree, and his wife held sway. They were cruel, miserly people and treated the deserted children under their care with hideous lack of concern. From the age of 4 I was required...Read On