I had a fantastic childhood growing up in a neighborhood with over a dozen kids my age. Never lacking a friend to play a game, go for a bike ride, or explore the woods, it was idyllic. There was a pretty even count of girls and boys, and as such, we also...
The next day was Good Friday, which meant that Tony would be home from work, as he would be for the following three days. The potential good news for Louise and Calvin was that there were two football games on TV, so Tony and Chris might be glued to the s...
Richard was twenty-three, a PhD student at a prestigious British University. He was doing one of those PhDs that only someone else with a similar PhD understands. He had been in London, visiting some friends. They had drunk a lot the night before. Being s...
Rachel had found herself in the dark, praying for illumination as to what could possibly be wrong with him. Bertie had been withdrawn for the last week, quieter even than usual, and while her boyfriend was a classic introvert at the best of times, he also...
She had spent most of Saturday afternoon picking the perfect outfit. She’d started one of her old band t-shirts as a base, but had trimmed off the sleeves and cut strips into the shoulders, which she had then braided and accented with wooden beads. The bl...
“Rachel, we’re going to be late.” He spoke as evenly as he could, but Rachel could still sense the tension in his voice even with her eyes glued to the screen. Bertie could be such a stickler for punctuality. He stood in front of the door to their apartme...
Dear God, it was good to be home! Rachel looped her purse around the doorknob as it swung closed, and stepped gaily into the kitchen of her single-bedroom apartment. This night’s gig had been a slog – a nearly empty bar, and those that had stayed through...
Sleep remained difficult for Chloe. She was looking forward to being with Professor Mike again, remembering how, just this afternoon, he’d pulled her into an empty classroom and spanked her. It didn’t matter that it was short: the complete surprise of it...
Elizabeth Bennett was aged fifty-nine, and she liked to be spanked. She liked both being spanked for pleasure and for punishment, but in either case the spanking needed to be hard. She was a widow, and she decided to join an online sex site seeking a male...
Forty-nine-year-old Debbie Burnside had got her first fucking by nineteen-year-old Chris Taylor in Chris's hotel room at Debbie's daughter Cindy's wedding. Since then she had been to Chris's flat for a day of sex, and more sex was planned. The next sessio...
I came home after a long day at work. I was very much looking forward to seeing my beautiful wife. She helped to create a welcoming, peaceful atmosphere at home. I loved her more than anything, and we took care of each other in our relatively traditional...
It was the Monday after her daughter Cindy's wedding, and forty-nine-year-old Debbie Burnside was feeling down, or rather, she was feeling guilty. The guilt was because, on the evening of the wedding reception, she had, for the first time in almost thirty...
"You look tired this morning, Patrick," said Simon when they met before the start of day two of the conference. "Do I?" responded Patrick. "And you, my dear, look radiant," said Simon to twenty-eight-year-old Chika Etomi. The fact was that sixty-five-year...
"What the fuck!" said the woman, turning to confront the person that had just slapped her arse. "Oh, I am so sorry, I thought that you were someone else," responded the man who had slapped her arse. "Someone that you must know quite well," said the woman,...
It had been too long, truly, since I had seen him. I had gone too long without hearing an order or feeling his hand. And his belt. So I had strayed, but like any good pet, I had returned home. He didn't know I was coming. Perhaps I should have mentioned i...
