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Series 6, Episode 20 The Portsmouth Women’s Institute (ages 50-60), from Portsmouth We open with a very simple and idyllic establishing shot of the front of an unobtrusive building with a little square of grass around it. A sign reads, “PORTSMOUTH WOMEN’S INSTITUTE” A small car park is half filled with sensible middle-class cars a Volvo, an Audi, a nice VW, etc. Trees rustle as the wind blows through them. Very safe violin music plays on the soundtrack and then The needle on the record...
DEPROGRAMMED: THE HAWKE INSTITUTE CHAPTER I "I can't get to him. We could continue in therapy for a hundred years and I would never be able to reach him. In order for traditional psychotherapy to work, some part of the patient has to want to change. Jim doesn't want to change at all. He likes himself. He likes the way he believes and he likes the way he behaves. No part of him wants to change. We are wasting my time and your money." Dr. Roberts folded his hands on the file on his...
I had always wondered what it would be like to be another person; or more specifically, what it would be like to be a female person. I can't say that I wanted to live as a woman. I just wanted to try it out, see what things are like on the other side. I have no doubt that I was not alone in my curiosity. For most of human history, the idea has been nothing more than fantasy. Had I been born in an earlier era, I would have lived out my life without ever knowing. The original Eintausch...
Chapter 1. The Induction Session Shortly after her sixteenth birthday, Jenny’s father announced that he no longer had to legally assume financial responsibility for her and that he had decided she was to be sent to be ‘trained for marriage’ at an expensive finishing school. Hopefully, he announced, the skills she would learn there, would enable her to make a good marriage and earn him a good price which would recoup the cost of the finishing school. Jenny, a dutiful girl, accepted her...
Hi friends this is kkb from lucknow with a real story hope you all will enjoying. This is my first story. This is about me and my computer institute student. When I was teaching in a computer institute, to earn pocket money and other expenses. I had a mobile phone on that time. My teaching was running fine. I was getting very frequent miss call from two number, around 70-80 calls in a day. I was Ok with this and was not getting worried. But, it remains continue for whole one week. Now, I was...
Gina and I had come up with the idea last summer and we spent the entire winter working out the details and in a few short days, the first session of our Sexual Techniques Institute would begin. The weather was perfect so many of the sessions would be held outside. We had purchased a hundred acres out in the country and with the help of several friends erected the beginnings of a lodge we hoped to develop into plush accommodations for the participants in our program over the next months and...
EroticHi everyone, my name is Raj. I am from Bangalore but born in Kolkata. I am 6 ft in height and my tool is large enough to drill you to pleasure. Now coming to the heroine of the story, Tanya(name changed). She is 5-5′ in height and has a well-maintained figure(32-30-34) even after her marriage which you’ll know in the later part of the story. She had such a beautiful ass, whenever she bent our tool would bulge out to drill her butthole. She was our Physics faculty. And in Kota, each faculty has...
Hi Readers. I am Kalyan from Hyderabad. Basically I am a trainer (faculty) in a computer institute in Hyderabad. I am married. I take computer classes. This incident happened few years back. One fine day one lady joined in our institute. Her name is Saritha (name changed). She came to our institute one day to find out the courses. At that time I counseled her. While counseling I checked her entire body. Wow! What a structure. I was not able to control after seeing her structure. After...
Whitworth House, the home of the Institute of Practicing Engineers, overlooks the Thames not far from Westminster, adjacent to Mr Tait's splendid new gallery. It is a building that I find intriguing. The combination of fine Portland stone topped with the two towers of cast iron girder-work speak of both the stability and the innovation that the Institute seeks to promote. Members of the Institute have been at the core of our country's economic growth. The projects that they have initiated...
Subject: FW: Killenkoff Institute Part One (revised)-Sherry Champion stood in her modest school girls' unifor Subject: FW: Killenkoff Institute Part One (revised)-??? Sherry Champion stood in her modest school girls' uniform before Mr.Raspikov the Head of the new school she was attending. She had just arrivedhere and was terribly disoriented and confused. Next to Mr. Raspikov stoodhis eighteen year old son. This was an all girls school located in of allPlaces, Russia?and in the middle of ...
(this is unreal .. just fanstam of course ... )The BDSM institute is a special school where girls, wifes, learn the pleasures of BDSM lifestyle ...After her admission to the institute, the subject passes her first test ... deleted
You watch the rain hit into the window, and think back to when you were a kid. Not a care in the world, running around having the time of your life. But, now that's over. You are off to school.Crabtree Valley Institute is one of the most prestigious boarding schools around. Your father went there and his father went there. You could say it's a Greene family tradition. You've known you were attending for as long as you can remember, but know the day is finally here. Even though it has only been...
The Larraine Institute for Young Gentlemen, Ch.01Irene was very pleased with how things were developing the first several weeks with Craig. He had taken to his milking schedule very well, and the daily pill and lotion applications seemed to be working well also. The boy's already prodigious genitals seemed to be growing larger, and he was becoming almost constantly aroused. It now took only half an hour from the time he had recovered from his milking to the time that he began to show signs of...
The Flower Girl Chapter 1 ? Small Beginnings ?Mum!? I had just walked in the door and my daughter was already shouting at me. My name is Angela. I have a daughter Samantha, who is nine, a son Jonathan, who is eight. My husband Steve was killed in an accident 7 years ago, so for both my children I have been the only parent they have ever really known. We are a close family the children get on very well for brother and sister (so my friends tell me) and I have tried to...
Flower Girl By Caitlin Rose Author's Note: "Flower Girl is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. It is a copywrited work of Caitlin Rose. It may be archived at any site provided that the site does not charge a fee for access and that the story is not edited or abridged. This work contains no sexual content, but it does contain cross dressing. If you're offended, don't read...
Tracy pushed a broom around an already clean floor, trying to stay busy instead of obsessing on her email inbox. She had not heard from William after going out to for drinks and wondered if she had misread the signs? She actually believed he was attracted to her, but maybe he just likes to date? Maybe he dates several women at a time? It was his prerogative, she reminded herself. She would not waste her time thinking about someone who was indifferent towards her, although he did not seem that...
Tracy Wilcox wove through the stream of pedestrians, intent on catching the next subway and arriving early to the Mid-Manhattan branch library. She hoped to make a good first impression without seeming to have tried too hard, a precarious balancing act that brought on two changes of outfits before the normally self-assured young woman felt ready. She’d settled on a black vintage dress hemmed short enough to expose her long legs and give a peek at the tattoo on her right thigh, a typewriter with...
Flower....There is a young Eastern European woman working as a waitress at a local Chinese restaurant. The last 5 or 6 times we have visited I have found myself feeling very attracted to her sensually and increasingly more sexually. The desire to be with her is increasing every time I meet her and I feel I need to let her know but cannot summon the courage. I want her know how I feel and see if she feels the same for me.Yesterday we had a family party and I had just taken my seat when I saw her...
© Copyright 1999 DASTARDLY DODO ALL Rights Reserved John looked through the window of the flower shop to see if his sisters where there. He had left home after a row with his parents and hadn't seen his sisters in three years. Then, three months ago, he had heard his parents had died and he decided to come back to take care of them. Now he wondered if it was the right decision. He sighed and entered the shop. "Hey, if that isn't my favorite flower girl!" A voice boomed from the...
Tracy exited the train and walked up the stairs into the midday sunshine and the Saturday Manhattan crowd. The air was thick with humidity, the crowd different from the usual hustle-and-bustle business population that dominated the weekdays. Today it was tourists, roving bands of teens, families, and shoppers who meandered about the sidewalk in varying speeds. Tracy joined the stream of pedestrians and made her way to Finey’s, one of her grandmother’s favorite dining establishments. ‘Tracy!’...
A case of nerves combined with sexual tension settled upon Tracy as the cab pulled up in front of an industrial building that had been converted to residential lofts. William put his hand on the Tracy’s back and guided the way, even though it was obvious which way to go. As he led the way to the front door, it was now Tracy’s turn to curious about William’s living space. She had a few of her own hang-ups, but they mostly had to do with taste. On the ride up the elevator, she prepared herself...
Miss Sapna stood in front of the class in her high heels, aiming the remote at the three large projection screens at the front of the room. The lights dimmed, and the girls shuffled anxiously in their seats, as the image slowly came to focus on the high-definition whiteboards. It was an asshole. The prettiest, tightest little bunghole any of them had every seen: Chloe’s. Chloe was in front of the class, slightly bent over, parting her bulbous ass cheeks apart. Miss...
John had saved every cent and after High School for European vacation and was very excited about his European Tour. But he was also suppose to visit a private university that his step mom had gone. The trip started surprisingly in Coppenhagen. As he exits a plane, he bumps into a guy. We both drop our ticket and they accidentally gets switched around, it was the invitation to the school. As he exits terminal, a beautiful blond wearing a leather jacket and pants grabs him when she sees the...
Elena lay down on the bed. She was stark naked. The man in front of the bed also. His cock was perpendicular to the body and was swollen thick. She came from Slovakia was really pretty, nineteen years old and totally inexperienced. She had been told that there would be a small test today if she could be hired as au pair girl. Then she would be given to a family and there mainly she had to take care of two small children and do easy housework. Manfred a fifty-year-old man needed relief, he had...
Antonio and Tracy worked together in thoughtful silence on a mammoth floral arrangement for a hotel lobby. It was something Tracy could do herself, but she wanted to practice delegating. Antonio was surprised to see her take a seat. ‘I’m pregnant,’ she blurted out. Seemed like as good a time as any. After a moment of stunned silence Antonio asked, ‘Are you getting married?’ Tracy looked at him in surprise, not that the thought had not crossed her own mind, but that this would be Antonio’s...
Amsterdam was first in the world with many things. Good and bad. The first financial bubble: speculation in the tulip market. Tulips aren´t even Dutch, they originate from Turkey. The first banks as well. Happy to finance, speculate and invest in American independance. As the Brits were our favourite enemies. But also the first "Flower Institute" for transforming classy virgins into full blown women. But that´s a long story. Patient readers: welcome to next paragraphs.We did the "Golden...
Tracy woke up alone in William’s bed. After a brief panic, she saw him on the floor and relaxed. He was kneeling on the rug near the couch, perfectly still with his eyes closed. She was not sure what to make of it in her sleepy state, but then it registered that he was meditating. Tracy rose quietly and tip-toed to the bathroom, and when she returned, he was back in bed. ‘Good morning, Kitten.’ ‘Hi,’ she answered, standing halfway between the bathroom and bed wearing William’s t-shirt. ‘You...
The old man was curled up on a bench in the bus terminal in San Francisco. His eyes were red from lack of sleep. He hadn’t eaten in 4 days. ‘How the hell did I ever get to this?’ he asked himself. Years of drug abuse and alcoholism had taken a great toll from him. He was sixty five, but he looked like ninety five. His hair dragged down his back to just under his shoulder blades. In the front, he had no hair. When viewed from the top, he looked like a furry toilet seat. He was just dropping off...
The wonderful thing about long lasting friendships is that they often create strange, but very interesting combinations of people. In a small group of friends, who have known each other for years, where the need to hide uncomfortable truths or embarrassing facts should no longer be present, where the need to impress and excel at things should no longer be needed, where genuine friendship should allow everyone to be who they really are, the question still remains – do we ever really reach a...
The sunlight streaming through the clerestory window landed on Tracy where she lay reading on the bed. William sat drinking tea, pretending to read as well, but in reality he was studying her naked form. He delighted in the fact that she was comfortable enough with her own body to remain nude, although she complained about a thickening waistline. He could not yet perceive a change in her body. Tracy lay on her belly, knees bent, feet in the air crossed at the ankle, while William allowed his...
‘I’m surprised you like pizza,’ Tracy said as they sat across from each other in a booth at William’s favorite Harlem pizzeria. She intertwined her feet with his beneath the table and added, ‘And beer.’ ‘Why would that surprise you?’ ‘I don’t know. You just seem so…formal sometimes. I am taken aback when you do ‘ordinary guy’ stuff.’ William laughed, ‘So I am not an ‘ordinary guy’ then?’ ‘Uh, no.’ Tracy raised her eyebrows and looked over her glasses at him, ‘Not even close.’ ‘Then it...
it was abt 1 year ago, me and my friend went to a flower joint club to hav some drinks...looking at those dancer(thais) dancing and mingle with us..then suddenly 2 gals carrying tequila shots come to our table, said they need to put down the tray for awhile cos their hands is tired carrying the tray...I chat with 1 of them(local), she look like mix-blood...asking her Chinese or malay...she said her father is a Chinese and her mom is a baba...not bad looking for a gal... so I buy 2 tequila shots...
One of the most delicate requests to the Institute came from sexually liberated Scandinavia. A young Swedish teen wasn´t a virgin anymore. But her Mistress decided it was high time to try her butt for offer. Best by an expert sexpert pervert. So she wrote to the Institute in Amsterdam.Of course her letter was well received. Not only because of the contents. The directorate of the Flower Institute recognised the author immediately.She was very famous for her educational stories on horny...
At 21 years of age, just out of college, and a decent salary, I was having a great time in my life. I was truly independent and truly horny-all the time. Visiting prostitutes was definitely a choice but somehow I was not very comfortable after having experienced sex with them three times. Sure I got laid. I experienced female body. Licked and fucked but was not very comfortable visiting them. It did not click for me I suppose. I am not the kind who can win over a girl/lady because I was never...
Every community has one, larger communities may have several, but if you look closely, you will find the Wallflower. They are friendly yet quiet, seemingly self-contained, seldom sitting in a group although not always alone, and never the center of attention. They are pretty, they are not, they are plain, mysterious, tall, short, slender and not so slender, but without exception, they know they are a Wallflower. As young children, the Wallflowers were often alone on the playground, or they...
New TG: "Flowers" by Vickie Tern M/F Wife No minors! Flowers by Vickie Tern "Why are you changing your shirt? We're late as it is! They're expecting us!" My wife, a little exasperated, her eyes snapping. "Sara!" Me, also a little exasperated, feeling pressured from two directions. "I can't go like this! I'm still wearing my bra! They might see! You're always worried about the neighbors, what will the neighbors...
Daffodils were Pansy's favorite. To this day she is still a silly little flower gurl wanting, waiting, craving for another man to bring a fresh bouquet. But today was not an ordinary day. With the vacuum grinding and sucking and growling the knock on the door was just slightly audible. The little sissy . . . excuse me, pansy (she just loved being called a pansy) flamboyantly sashayed her way with little itty bitty tiny steps. She swung the door open and presented a lush bright smile. "Yessss?"...
I was still standing right outside Gabriella’s front door when Sean came running back towards the house. His quick steps worried me, what had happened, was something wrong? He probably saw my worried look because he hugged me close with one arm when he passed me, and pulled me into the small house. His other arm was occupied, carrying a brown paper box. Sean put the box on the kitchen table, turned towards me and pulled me into his arms. He stood completely still, the full length of his body...
Antonio helped Tracy with the bouquet and center pieces she was making for Saturday’s wedding. It wasn’t a big enough job to warrant calling in ‘Antonio’s Harem’, made of up his wife and her sisters, but it was a big enough task to keep him and Tracy busy for several hours. Antonio caught on that Tracy must have a boyfriend because of the giant smile that spread across her face every time she looked at her phone. She was unusually quiet, humming to herself as she stuck the stems of day lilies...
I woke up, the warmth and light of the morning sun pulling me from my sleep, and for a few seconds I didn’t know where I was, but then it all came back to me. I was safe, at least for now, sleeping in a borrowed t-shirt, in the tiny guest room in Gabriella’s house. I was lying in a somewhat sagging bed on sheets made soft by the many times they’d been washed, covered by an old, heavy quilt that had at first made me feel constrained but that now somehow made me feel less anxious and almost…...
September 2019 A STRONG, HARD, BODY and a disciplined mind, make the man. As a telepath and a dominant alpha male, I take what I want. I place commands or ideas and suggestions into people’s minds in two ways. Direct control is for immediate compliance. Contingent on the situation, I may invoke strong overwhelming emotions such as terror or panic, to achieve my desired results. For permanent results, I use subtle mind control. Think of "subtle" as pleasant and soothing whispers,...
A wonderful shiver goes down my spine when i look out my window and see you walking up to my door. I love the way you look in your hunting gear, various tools hanging off your belt. "Just like Batman's utility belt!", I think to myself giggling. My face shows my silly delight as I greet you at the door. "What are you up to?" you ask with a smile on your face. "Wondering if you have any rope hiding in that belt of yours." I say with a wide grin on my face. "Always have rope when I'm with...
With her mouth licking pussy, a dildo thrusting into her ass and another invading her precious 'kitty', Maria was deep in the realm of sweet abandon…... 0 0 0Upon the sun drenched Saronic gulf, some 35 kilometres south east of Athens lies the tiny, tranquil town of Anavyssos. Without a doubt it is a jewel, in a land already replete with beauty. It is a haven; a town largely born of the need to escape...
ReluctanceMaria awoke early the next morning and quietly made her way into the cosy little kitchen. She made coffee using one of Aunt Antigone's antique brikia. She took her cup out onto the front porch where she sat facing the beautiful, lapis hued waters of the Saronic Gulf. The beach was empty and the morning coolness was a welcome prelude to the dry July heat that would inevitably set in as the day wore on. From the corner of her eye, she spied a huge cruise ship that had rounded Cape Sounion perhaps...
ReluctanceAuthor’s Note: There is no sex in this story. If that’s what you’re looking for, read one of my other stories. A special thanks to blackrandl1958 for organizing this event, and for editing this story. You’re a doll. Thank you, also, to my other editor and friend, Pixel the Cat and all my fantastic betas: Laura Lun, BarryJames1952, Spyauth, sbrooks103x, and stev2244. To my dearest friends MsCherylTerra, for coming up with the ending, and to Bebop3, who was so invested in the story that he...
Author’s note: This story is inspired by rachlou’s wonderful story series, ‘Show Me Heaven.’ There is nothing much similar about these stories, except the basic premise of a shy girl who is lured from her shell by a caring girlfriend and a patient man. ^ ^ ^ ^ Jane Smith finished filing the last of that day’s work, and neatly stacked the leftover documents in her In box for when she returned to work on Monday. She was particular about leaving work with a clean desk, a trait that extended to...
Jane Smith finished filing the last of that day's work, and neatly stacked the leftover documents in her In box for when she returned to work on Monday. She was particular about leaving work with a clean desk, a trait that extended to her private life as well. She lived by the motto, "a place for everything, and everything in its place." Her little house was neat as a pin, without a bit of clutter anywhere. Nothing was out of place, and you eat off the floor in her kitchen; that's how...
NOTE: My apologies to author V.C. Andrews for using her title. Flowers In The Attic When I first designed my house it was way ahead of its time. Today ‘Going Green’ is a catch phrase but to me it has been a way of life for years. I have used my southern exposure as best I can. The windows on that side allow the heat from the sun in, between the windows are solar panels that just about cover my electrical needs, and the entire roof slopes to that side. The roof is entirely covered...
Sarah McKinney loved flowers. Take a walk down Lakeland Street almost any morning or afternoon and you would find Sarah in the yard tending her zinnias, chrysanthemums and marigolds under the old maple tree in the front, or pruning or fertilizing her roses in the back yard. Besides her flowers, she also tended a number of foliage plants and there were shrubs and bushes of several varieties. Her yard was the envy of the neighborhood and neighbors would often ask her advice on planting and...
Surprisingly many days had passed by without any major incidents and I was happy that I managed to keep my normal schedule, that I succeeded in doing all the things I was told to do, the right way and on time, even though I was stuck in thoughts almost all the time. I went through the motions, responding to input more or less automatically – probably very like those years when I hadn’t really been there fully, my days in the gray mist – hoping that my upset thoughts about the world, my life and...
FLOWERS by dkb Amy walked down the street with her menfolk. Little Tommy sat astride her shoulders, holding on to her forehead, little lord of all he surveyed. He was still a constant delight to her, even after three years of being a mum. He was a paradox, clumsy, helpless and dependent and yet also supremely confident, as if everything was there for him and nothing could possibly go wrong. Oh, he cried sometimes, when something startled him or when he hurt himself. But he could...
A knock on the back door last evening around 5:00, who could that be I though. I looked out the window towards the driveway. “THUMP THUMP” my heart pounded seeing the lawn care truck. “Be right there I yelled and hurried into the bathroom refreshing up my lipstick and makeup. Keeping cool in the hot weather I was wearing only a ¾ black satin slip, black panties and bra. I rushed to open the door, I went limp like a little school girl seeing her dream guy. It was Ron the bisexual lawn care boy...
Hi, " Follow me to the back so I can get you a blanket. I'm John." I said. " Thank you, I'm Laura." She replied. We walked into the backroom that seperated the shop from the greenhouse. I pulled a blanket from the shelve and opened it, " Let me help you." I said to Laura, and made my way to the work table. As I walked up behind her it was hard to keep my desire for her firmly in check. She had neglected to wear a bra, and I could see the subtle movements of her small breasts and...
I woke up with a start, quickly opening my eyes to be able to see where I was, to see if there was any way for me to get away. I was sitting upright, in a car? I was covered by a blanket, with my shoes and purse in my lap. And the car was taking me somewhere? And who was driving me? A calm, deep voice started talking, telling me that everything was ok, that he was getting me away from Josh. There was something familiar about his voice, and the way he was talking, mixing soothing words and...
Nervous excitement filled my entire body as the following Thursday approached. I was beginning to doubt my ability to hold all of my feelings sealed behind my strict and appropriately haughty, but still always smiling, demeanor, but somehow the days passed by without anyone confronting or correcting me. It was a busy week with elite socializing, and I kept smiling, hugging and kissing my way through any number of people. I could tell that my husband was especially preoccupied, and I guessed...
I woke up, habitually silencing the scream that was building inside of me. After one night of calm, relaxing sleep, my night terrors had finally found their way back, stronger than ever, it seemed. The effect of this particular dream had me lying tense but shivering in bed, the long, old nightgown that Gabriella had given me, with a laugh, twisted around me, as if I’d been turning and tossing for quite some time. I wondered if the fact that I was now free, or at least a few steps on the way...
I walked back to my house with slow, unwilling steps, wondering — not for the first time — what made me go back, knowing that pain would be the only result of my interactions with my husband. Edward’s questions were still echoing through my mind. I realized that what he was saying was the truth, my friends wouldn’t want me to protect them, if it meant that I was hurt. But I had been loving them and protecting them this way for so very long. I knew it was a stubbornness that bordered on madness...
"Who wants to watch my new music video?" Lily said to her three "friends" and soccer teammates as they sunbathed poolside at her family's mansion. "I do!" exclaimed a legitimately excited Violet. The other girls more reluctantly assented to watch their best striker and team captain dance around in a pink bikini, showing off her fake boobs, fake nose, fake blonde hair, fake tan and lip-syncing along to her inhuman sounding, autotuned vocals. Her latest effort in a multi-year project to follow...