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My Secret Life Vol 01 Chapter 07 Sarah and Martha

VOLUME-1 Chapter VII One aunt as said lived in H***shire, a widow; her son, my cousin Fred, was preparing for the Army. I wanted a change and went by advice to stay there. Fred was a year eider than me, wild and baudy to the day of his death, he talked from boyhood incessantly about women. I had not seen him for some time, and he told me of his amours, asking me about mine. I let him know all, without disclosing names; he told me in nearly the words that it was “a lie,” for he had heard my...

My Secret Life Vol 01 Chapter 08 Fanny Hill Masturbation

VOLUME-1. Chapter VIII I went back to London, and resumed my preparations. Penniless, I tried to get money from my mother, but could not. I tried to feel our ugly housemaid, who threatened to tell. Just then a friend lent me Fanny Hill, how well I recollect that day, it was a sunshiny afternoon, I devoured the book and its luscious pictures, and although I never contemplated masturbation, lost all command of myself, frigged, and spent over a picture as it lay before me. I did not know how...

My Secret Life Vol 01 Chapter 09 Mrs Smith

One day the man dined on the step, his wife standing by his side; down I went to peep up her clothes and heard him rowing. “Why the hell had she not got him beef instead of mutton; God damn her, why were there no potatoes!” That was his style. Angry words passed, the voices grew louder, I heard a loud smack and a strong oath, he had hit his wife and gone back into the work-shop. There was a great gabbling of female voices over the grating round Mrs. Smith. “I would not stand it,” said one....

My Secret Life Vol 01 Chapter 10 CharIotte reappears

VOLUME-1 Chapter X Just at this time the following incident occurred. Going one Saturday night up Granby street, Waterloo road, then full of women who used to sit at the windows half naked; two or three together at times in the same room on the ground-floor, with the bed visible from the street, and which street I often walked in for the pleasure of looking at the women. A woman standing at a door seized my hand, asking me in, and at the same time pulling me quite violently into the little...

My Secret Life Vol 01 Chapter 11 Charwoman and daughter

VOLUME-1 Chapter XI We could not get servants for some time. A middle-aged charwoman came to assist, and one of her daughters came from time to time, stopping generally the night. Their cottage was not far off, I had seen the girl from an infant, she was then about eighteen years old. I had often smiled when I met her, of course I smiled now. She was quite a slim little girl, there was nothing of her, but I was at an age when anything having a cunt attracted me. Profiting by experience, I...

My Secret Life Vol 01 Chapter 12 Sarah and Susan sisters

VOLUME-1 Chapter XII I had now passed my twentieth year. The new servants were sisters (how many times have sisters fallen to me!); the eldest who was cook was named Sarah; the youngest, Susan. Sarah was about twenty-six, Susan nineteen or twenty. I carefully arranged the key in the key-hole of their door the first night, but saw nothing for two or three nights. Then oh! fortune again. They rose later than my mother liked; she came up to their room one morning and found them locked in, so...

My Secret Life Vol 01 Chapter 0I Part 03

VOLUME-1. CHAPTER 1, PART- 3 Earliest recollections • An erotic nursemaid • Ladies abed • My cock • A frisky governess • Cousin Fred • Thoughts on pudenda • A female pedlar • Baudy pictures But all this only came vividly to my mind when, a few years after, I began to talk about women with my cousin, and we told each other all we had seen, and heard, about females. Until I was about ***** years old I never went to school, there was a governess in the house who instructed me and the other...

My Secret Life Vol 01 Chapter 13 Camille first French woman

VOLUME-1 Chapter XIII Camille my first French woman. • Lascivious delights. • Harlots by the dozen. • Baudy books. • Tribades. • A grey-haired cunt. I came into my property, and to the great horror of my mother and family, soon gave up my post at the and my intended career and determined to live and enjoy myself. I had been all but posted to a regiment, that commission I resigned, though all my youth desiring it. I lost much money by doing so. What I did between the time that I had the two...

My Secret Life Vol 01 Chapter 14 Camille

VOLUME-2 Chapter XIV Piddlings. • Posturings. • Breast and arm-pit • A turn over. • Used up. • Wanting a virgin. • Camille departs. • The Major’s opinion. • Camille returns. • Louise. I have told the most novel fucking bouts I had with, or through Camille, excepting the final one; but should say that whatever women she got me I turned to her with pleasure again. Sometimes when I had one or two to amuse me, I used to give her the preference for the fuck, and she always had one of the...

My Secret Life Vol 01 Chapter 0I Part 04

VOLUME-1. CHAPTER 1, PART- 4 One day, there were people in one of the sitting rooms; where my mother and father were I don’t know; they were not in the room, and were most likely out. There were one or two of my cousins, some youths, my big sister and one brother, besides others, our governess, and her sister, who was stopping with us and sleeping in the same room with her. I recollect both going into the bedroom together, it was next to mine. It was evening, we had sweet wine, cake, and...

My Secret Life Vol 02 Chapter 01 Louise

VOLUME-2 Chapter I Louise sapped.—Suspicions.—Lectures on virginity with live illustrations.—Drugged for inspection.—Camille's hesitation.—Absents herself.—The house in G.. d. n s.... e.—Baudy prints.—A feel, a sniff, and a kiss.—Out shopping.—Garters.—Dinner, and after. I went to work to get into Louise, having no compunctions, it seemed to me the most natural thing in the world. I had read about the naughtiness of seduction, but my associates had taught me, that every girl wanted...

My Secret Life Vol 02 Chapter 02 Louise Virginity

VOLUME-2 Chapter II Undressing. • Silk stockings and garters. • A tough virginity. • Triumphant. • Sanguinary proofs. • The second entry. • My foreskin. • Twenty-four hours fucking. • Gamahuching. • Six days pleasure. • Camille returns. “The bonnet will be home”, said I, “let us go.” “Allons, allons”, so off we went. It was dusk when we got in the cab. “I am to put on the stockings if I give you a pair, and to feel”, I said. “No man has, c’est trop fort, you ask too much; you may put on...

My Secret Life Vol 02 Chapter 03 Camille Lousie

VOLUME-2 Chapter III A day or two recruited me, I wrote to Camille who met me in the street, she had sent the girl to the theatre with a friend, so I went indoors with her. “Have you done it to her?” was the first question, as if she did not know, I told her all. She questioned me with strong interest. I gave her the fifty pounds. Then she asked me if Louise had told me where she came from, and other questions, which I saw were put to see, if Louise had told about their relationship. As we...

My Secret Life Vol 02 Chapter 04 Enforced chastity

VOLUME-2 Chapter IV My clap brought on a stricture, obliging me to have a bougie passed every other day to stretch the pipe often, and causing me to piss clots of gruelly blood, about an hour afterwards. I dared not fuck, but once frigged, and it brought on the inflammatory stage again. At length I got better, but with a gleet which wetted the tail of my shirt through daily; doctors advised me to get a change of air, I went to my aunt’s place in H..tf..dshire where I took cold baths, and did...

My Secret Life Vol 02 Chapter 05 Amusements with Pender

VOLUME-2 Chapter V I could scarcely sleep that night. Pender seemed to me the most delicious woman I had ever poked. What if excitement had brought back the clap! what if I had clapped her! I had never after the clap had a woman until the doctor said I might. When I awakened, to my joy my prick was as dry as a bone; a woman was what I had wanted to complete my cure. The next minute my prick was stiff as I thought of Pender’s charms. It was a lovely morning, every available hand in house and...

My Secret Life Vol 02 Chapter 06 Aunt and Joey

VOLUME-2 Chapter VI Joey and nursemaid. • The privy in the laui-el-walk. • Scared. • Whiteteeth in the ditch. • The nurse-maid's bed-room. • Robert amusing her. • A lost virginity. • Aunt and Joey. • Nearly caught. • Amatory instructions to nursemaid. Lusting worse after the kiss, I went to the house. My cousins were out, my aunt taking her afternoon's nap. I rang my bed-room bell for something, simply to get a woman near me, in the shape of a housemaid who was as ugly as sin. I pulled...

My Secret Life Vol 02 Chapter 07 Molly and Giles

VOLUME-2 Chapter VII I fucked Whiteteeth in the meadow one night again. We ***********ed a field further off, which led to another bit of luck. She had left me, and I was stepping quietly, so that if met, no one might suppose we had been together; when I heard on the other side of a hedge, movements, and the voices of a male and female. They sat down within a few feet of where I was. I only heard imperfectly, and tell as well as I could gather what was said. “I can’t stay”, said she,...

My Secret Life Vol 02 Chapter 10 Nelly and Sophy

VOLUME-2 Chapter X Nelly and Sophy. • The beer-house again. • Sophy’s belly. • On the road. • Against a tree. • At the baudy house with Sophy. • Her narrative. • Tom and the three sisters. • Fred on the scent.-Pender’s troubles. I had some food at an hotel, then returning on foot saw at the end of the lane two peasant girls in their Sunday finery. I looked at first without recognizing them, but as I got close saw one was Nelly, the girl I had raped. She stopped, I smiled. “You here, why?”...

My Secret Life Vol 02 Chapter 11 Molly in London

VOLUME-2 Chapter XI Out shooting. • A female carter. • A feel in the train. • Molly in London. • Giles in town.-Fred on the scene. • Molly at the Hall. • Copulation in uniform. • A sham illness. • An afternoon with Molly. • She turns harlot. • Gets clapped.-Her baby. I was in wonderful condition. Early to bed, out-of-door exercise, good plain living, everything to make me so. I felt as if I could fuck all day. If one day I had neither of the women, the next day my prick stood from morning...

Stelania s Revenge Fuck

She always knew. Everyone knew. Ronald Pump was a scumbag, a horndog. A low-down, filthy, skirt-chasing weasel. She knew what she’d signed up for. She was to be the trophy wife. Smile. Look marvelous, be fabulous, maintain her perfect figure and impossibly high cheekbones. Be eye candy, awe cunty cabals of the rich and famous ... Dress elegantly and catwalk through glitzy locations across the globe... Posh hotels, Rolls Royce limousines. Shopping sprees at boutiques with one...

The Deception of Choice Episode Five

The Deception of Choice. Episode Five, comprising Chapters 12, 13, & 14. Preamble Such hard work learning to be a girl. So lucky that everyone wants to help. So many things to remember though. Even Grace de Messembry is moved to propose a useful intervention as an aide memoire. Not that David is at all grateful. Such a pity that his trivial, oh-so-futile, gestures asserting masculinity should be viewed so seriously. Chapter 12 Silence lay heavy, almost tangible,...

Secrets of the Tea Room Ch 03

As I watched Dana Prentiss drive down the oak lined avenue to the main road, Vonne appeared behind me. ‘Telephone …’ I thanked her and walked toward my study. Yes, indeed, I had been waiting on this call. It was, for the time being our only connection, and I cherished each one as I eagerly anticipated the next. I picked up the receiver, ‘Hello my love.’ It would not be long now, just a matter of a few short weeks before she would join me here at Tanglewood. We had carefully picked it out of...

Dirty emails with max

A few months ago an interesting development took place when I replied to an email from a man called Max who was very polite, and also extremely complimentary about my series of true memoirs called ?Where do I begin?? He paid me the huge compliment of asking me to write a short sado-masochistic story for his private enjoyment. I happily agreed, but it took me longer to complete than I had promised and after a few weeks of waiting patiently, he sent me this email:>Dear Lady, > >It is with warm...

Naked Day Epilogue 1 3

Cindy is standing behind me, arms around my neck looking over my shoulder as I type this. We're outside in our private yard, under a clear late winter sky somewhere north of LA. It's unseasonably warm, even for southern California, so we're enjoying our first Naked Day in quite some time. We woke up this morning looked out the window and thought, 'It's too nice for clothes - Naked Day!" We made love in our bed as we have so many times over the years, unrushed, taking care of each...

TUNNEL of TRUST

1975, Southeastern United States Travis lived in an old log cabin a few hundred yards from the point where the creek flowed into the big river. His father had bought two acres for next to nothing and built the place one log at a time in the late nineteen-fifties and they had used it as a hunting and fishing getaway. When he was young Travis had always looked forward to coming there with his Dad and older brother Eddie to fish out in the river and in-season would hunt for deer and...

On the Chain

Preface The punishments and terms used in this story are described in Robert Burns’ memoir ‘I Am a Fugitive from a Georgia Chain Gang!’ (1932) Burns saw or suffered treatment far worse than anything described herein. While this story is set in the 1930s, it takes place in a less severe border-state that is beginning to transition to a more modern prison system. Some elements of the old ways are kept as punishment, and this story explores how they affect the main character. ***** Chapter 1 ...

Kindness Ch 04

This chapter contains two stories of a life-changing nature. In both, people stepped forward and gave of themselves to help strangers that really needed the help. As noted in the other three chapters, kindness is not rare, just under-reported. The purpose of this series is to let readers become writers and tell their stories of unexpected and unconditional kindness. I hope you enjoy and appreciate their efforts. * Of all the acts of kindness I have been fortunate enough to receive, the most...

Memoir of a Daddy Chaser

Hello readers, my name is Jordan Hartlind, my friends and lovers call me Jordi. I’d love to share with you a bit about me before we get too in-depth. I’m from St. Louis, Missouri where I live in a duplex with my mother. I’m a student at St. Louis Community College and work at a locally owned delivery service, that I’ll refer to as Kase Delivery Co. I’m a 20 year old, 5’11 Caucasian male with a swimmers build. I have Brunette hair and brown eyes and you may have guessed it, I’m gay. I have...

The XXX Bathroom Reader Ch 01

For some time now, I have had it in mind to put together a sort of smorgasbord of my work to titillate readers into delving into the actual stories at their leisure. To my knowledge this has not been done by any other writers of erotica thus far. Each Chapter is self-sustaining allowing one to start and/or stop wherever one chooses. I wish happy reading to one and all. And please, I’d love to hear from you. Table of Contents Chapter 1 Annie Bradford & Mal Content Chapter 2 The Birthday Girl ...

Phileas Fogg A Memoir Pt 07

I am not about to give an opinion as to the propriety or impropriety of capital punishment. On this point good men have differed, and will differ, I dare say, for some time to come. What I wish to impress upon the reader is the horrible nature and atrocious effect of a public execution. Dolly and I were passing by Newgate a few weeks later. Twas a Sunday and outside the formidable prison a considerable crowd was gathering. There were respectable men with their wives and children staring at its...

Phileas Fogg A Memoir Pt 18

‘It was later that evening, Madame Bentley had come and gone and Passepartout was alone in Fogg’s quarters. ‘Faith,’ muttered Passepartout, somewhat flurried, ‘I’ve seen people at Madame Tussaud’s as lively as my new master!’ Madame Tussaud’s ‘people,’ let it be said, are of wax, and are much visited in London, speech is all that is wanting to make them human. During his brief interview with Mr. Fogg, Passepartout had been carefully observing him. He appeared to be a man about forty years...

Phileas Fogg A Memoir Pt 15

I exiled myself to my residence on Saville Row, free to deal with my guilt each and every day. I read every thing I could lay my hands on. I grew a beard, shaved it off, then grew another and shaved that off as well. In no time at all a year flew by and I had not left the house at all. My housekeeper was the only person I saw or spoke with in all that time and those exchanges were brief, usually having to do with the meals for the following week. I had let my manservant go as he had little...

Phileas Fogg A Memoir Pt 22

The Carnatic, setting sail from Hong Kong at half-past six on the 7th of November, directed her course at full steam towards Japan. She carried a large cargo and a well-filled cabin of passengers. Two state-rooms in the rear were, however, unoccupied—those which had been engaged by Phileas Fogg. The next day a passenger with a half-stupefied eye, staggering gait, and disordered hair, was seen to emerge from the second cabin, and to totter to a seat on deck. It was Passepartout, and what had...

Phileas Fogg A Memoir Pt 20

The rash exploit had been accomplished, and for an hour Passepartout laughed gaily at his success. Sir Francis pressed the worthy fellow’s hand, and his master said, ‘Well done!’ which, from him, was high commendation, to which Passepartout replied that all the credit of the affair belonged to Mr. Fogg. As for him, he had only been struck with a ‘queer’ idea, and he laughed to think that for a few moments he, Passepartout, the ex-gymnast, ex-sergeant fireman, had been the spouse of a charming...

The Adventures of Johnny Carmichael Ch 01

First of all, introductions should be in order. It’s only polite. My name is Johnny Carmichael, if you couldn’t already tell from the title. I am in my late 20’s now, so this will start out as a bit of a memoir of how my adult life and career started. I am 6′, in average shape, with platinum blonde hair, and blue eyes. If I did not have my boyish looks in my younger years, I doubt I would have developed the reputation I have today. They are starting to fade in my current years. Don’t get me...

The Descending of Jessica Ch 14

Welcome to Epilogue III/Chapter 14, or as I like to call it, ‘Return of the Jedi’…. wait, that doesn’t sound right. Anyway, you might want to read the preceding chapters lest you be lost. Unless you like being lost, some people are into that. I don’t judge. This started out as a project to vent a few sexy stories, and has become more of a novella. Entering in the middle of it would probably be frustrating. It is a quasi memoir, the names and locales have been changed and some parts embellished....

Phileas Fogg A Memoir Pt 24

The dwellers in Saville Row would have been surprised the next day, if they had been told that Phileas Fogg had returned home. His doors and windows were still closed, no appearance of change was visible. After leaving the station, Mr. Fogg gave Passepartout instructions to purchase some provisions, and quietly went to his domicile. He bore his misfortune with his habitual tranquillity. Ruined! And by the blundering of the detective! After having steadily traversed that long journey, overcome...

Phileas Fogg A Memoir Pt 17

Part Seventeen And so the years passed with me spending more and more time at the club and less and less time with Eunice, although we did have our ‘special moments’ together. The most eventful happening during this period was that I found myself attending Nicole’s marriage at Westminster Cathedral. If anything, she was more beautiful than I remembered. I found my eyes filled with tears as she came down the aisle on her cursed father’s arm. It had been but six years since we cavorted about in...

Phileas Fogg A Memoir Pt 08

Many months passed after that night of nights. Dolly left my bed to embark upon the dress-making business that I prepared her for, enlightening her with a certain amount of business acumen and of course, sufficient capital to allow her to run the business without financial worry for some two years. Of course if this proved insufficient, I would gladly provide additional funds, for Dolly had been a superb companion — but like a bird whose broken wing has healed, she was ready to be set free. I...

Phileas Fogg A Memoir Pt 14

Of course, Nicole confided in her sister Rhonda, and before I knew it her sister was flirting with me at every opportunity. But I had no intention of reciprocating her affections. Nicole and her mother were more than enough for any man. However, I was confronted with the problem of keeping the girls quiet about my actions with Nicole, to ensure no petty jealousies crept in and exposed us to either parent. For I was as certain as there is no avoiding death and taxes that Sir Baring would have me...

Phileas Fogg A Memoir Pt 19

The distance between Suez and Aden is precisely thirteen hundred and ten miles, and the regulations of the company allow the steamers one hundred and thirty-eight hours in which to traverse it. The Mongolia, thanks to the vigorous exertions of the engineer, seemed likely, so rapid was her speed, to reach her destination considerably within that time. The greater part of the passengers from Brindisi were bound for India, some for Bombay, others for Calcutta by way of Bombay, the nearest route...

Phileas Fogg A Memoir Pt 23

The train, on leaving Great Salt Lake at Ogden, passed northward for an hour as far as Weber River, having completed nearly nine hundred miles from San Francisco. From this point it took an easterly direction towards the jagged Wahsatch Mountains. It was in the section included between this range and the Rocky Mountains that the American engineers found the most formidable difficulties in laying the road, and that the government granted a subsidy of forty-eight thousand dollars per mile,...

Prime Assets Ch 10

Emma contacted the Booby Trap club and booked herself in for an open spot the following week, then began going back through the notes and ideas for stage routines that she had brainstormed with Simon over the last few weeks. Her various misadventures in the employ of the Prime Assets agency had had mixed success, and while they had certainly facilitated a belated and invigorating sexual awakening and more than paid off the rent she owed, her true ambitions still lay in the world of cabaret and...

Phileas Fogg A Memoir Pt 21

The detective and Passepartout met often on deck after this interview, though Fix was reserved, and did not attempt to induce his companion to divulge any more facts concerning Mr. Fogg. He caught a glimpse of that mysterious gentleman once or twice, but Mr. Fogg usually confined himself to the cabin, where he kept Aouda company, or according to his inveterate habit, took a hand at whist. Passepartout began very seriously to conjecture what strange chance kept Fix still on the route that his...

Cabin Fever Part One

1975, Southeastern United StatesTravis lived in an old log cabin a few hundred yards from the point where the creek flowed into the big river. His father had bought two acres for next to nothing and built the place one log at a time in the late nineteen-fifties and they had used it as a hunting and fishing getaway. When he was young Travis had always looked forward to coming there with his Dad and older brother Eddie to fish out in the river and in-season would hunt for deer and rabbits.The...

My Daughters Best Friend Pt 1

My Daughters Best Friend Pt 1 It was around 3 in the morning and I was sitting at the kitchen table, with my legal pad in front of me, pen in my hand and my mind as blank as a Washington congressman during the winter break. I got up and opened a new box of red wine and poured some for myself. I was wearing only a terrycloth robe and my boxers. It was a full moon and enough light was coming in the window near the table that I didn’t turn the light on. I sat back down and looked at the...

Revenge on my teacher

I should probably tell you a bit about myself. My name is Luke, I am nineteen years old and I have just left the other secondary school on the other side of town. This allowed me to blend in so easily, because I looked like someone of school age. But I was not here to study, I was here for revenge. I was there to ruin the person’s life, who had ruined mine; Miss Moore. Before I continue, I should probably tell you how Miss Moore ruined my life. She had left university and completed her...

Bree 1 Kate

It is advisable to read them in order as the stories transcends to the next one: 1. Bree1 – Kate- Story for Texans, the prequel to: 2. Bree 2 – Girlfriend’s Big Surprise 3. Bree 3- A Trip To The Mountains 4. Bree 4 -Wife’s Accidental Encounter With The Donkey 5. Bree 5 – Bree and Suzanne Go To The Mountains 6. Bree 6 – The Awakenings 7. Bree 7 – Shannon’s Encounter with Jake The Donkey 8. Bree 8 – The Reunion (a stand alone story but references people in Bree 1 – 6) As a...

Bootleg A Memoir Chapter 4

Having lived among both, I find that I prefer the working class to the nobles. They know what it is to be in need and are much quicker to help. When we docked in Bootleg, Delray took me home with him. I was another mouth to feed and another body to squeeze into cramped quarters, but I was welcomed with open arms. It was Delray's red faced, harassed mother who hit on a way for me to earn a living. She and some of the other parents in town had vague hopes of their children one day being...

Bootleg A Memoir Chapter 3

I deliberated a great deal over how to tell this part of my story. I have decided to err on the side of caution and leave a discreet gap here in my history. This is not to protect myself, but to prevent causing undue pain to others, as I will presently explain. In short, they sold me into slavery. The very next morning after Andrew and I were discovered, I was aboard the same slave ship I'd seen from the observation tower the night before. Now -- things went on aboard that ship that I...

Bootleg A Memoir Chapter 2

Email- [email protected] I'm looking for an assistant apply by emailing. Chapter 2 -- The Choice. Brant Everard was six months younger than I. I haven't seen him for years, but I remember him very clearly. He was tall, slender as a willow, and fair skinned. He wore his dark hair in ringlets and favored lacy collars and cuffs. With a simple handshake between my stepfather and his father, our engagement was arranged. I was livid, but my opinion was of no consequence. The...

Officer Matthews Part 8

Though everything seemed perfect then, Elizabeth gets into a car accident soon afterwards and wakes up a few weeks later from a comma to find Robert and Stella holding hands, married. That's when Elizabeth decides to make him pay. After she has recovered completely, Robert takes her to his brother's house. There she meets Allan and soon starts to see him as the perfect weapon. So when Robert gives her a day at the spa where Allan works, she takes advantage of it by flirting shamelessly...

As a Dodo pt 4

I’m afraid I got ahead of myself in part 3, racing ahead to the events in England where Victoria went though rehabilitation whereas in fact there were a number of loose ends to tie up back in Harare. I shall back track and take up the story of Msala again. It seemed Manser Smythe was interested in Msala for his Oomzakoolu wildlife reserve that is if she was still lactating so I decided to send out for a breast pump, I sent little Mimi Alouette one of our counter clerks out to find one...

The 3 Weeks of Sexual Pleasure Pt 1 MOM

The day went on rather uneventfully and I figured maybe they had forgotten so my mind wasn’t racing as much. That was until I heard the delicate voice of my beautiful mother call my name and tell me that they needed to talk to me. Slowly, I crept into the kitchen where they both stood looking at me. I was surprised to see that their faces both had a look of normalcy and there was no apparent rage or anger. The silence was finally broken when I told them that I knew what they wanted to talk...

The Lake House

The air was hushed, nearly silent as it blew across the surface of the land and the lake. It was warm with a chilly aftertaste, like many late summer mornings have. Frogs croaked, crickets chirped, and birds sang, mixing together to form a natural melody that was beautiful to the ears. She sat on the deck overlooking the water, sipping at a cup of peppermint hot chocolate with her laptop in front of her opened to an empty Word document. It was the woman’s first morning at her lake house....

Razor Ch 04

The boundless energy thing that I’d kept going for years wasn’t quite working anymore, it felt like life was slowly catching up despite the fact that I was still running, helping, doing, fixing, building at what seemed like maximum capacity. Maybe I was just feeling a bit down because I hadn’t done anything really new and creative in a while. I had reached a point where there just weren’t enough hours of the day to spend on the things I wanted to, in addition to the ones I needed to, there were...

Memoir of a Young Mistress Pt 07

Emily woke up feeling refreshed and excited. The best way she could describe the feeling was the way you feel on your birthday. Or maybe the last day of school, although her memories of public school were faded. Emily attended kindergarten and first grade, but about halfway through second grade, an increasing number of letters home to her parents from a frustrated teacher got her pulled out of school and her mom opted for home schooling. According to the teacher, Emily was ‘disruptive’. Yes,...

Memoir of a Young Mistress Pt 06

Ted pulled out of the space at the park. It was fall, but still warm out, and his car air conditioner blew cool air in his face and on his arms, and made him shiver from the evaporation of the sweat that had covered his skin. He was reveling inside at what he had just done. ‘I made a girl cum on the phone,’ he thought. ‘Not just a girl,’ he added, ‘Emily. I made Emily cum. Shit. I made a teenage girl cum just by talking to her.’ Ted felt powerful. Primal, male ego surged inside him. As he...

Memoir of a Young Mistress Pt 01

It all started because Emily had a cold. It was a disappointment in more ways than one. First, having a cold sucked. Nothing tasted right, everything hurt, and overall, she was miserable. Second, she loved going to Youth Group on Sundays. All of her favorite friends were there. Having been home schooled since second grade wasn’t conducive to making much of a circle of friends, so the group at Sea Coast Baptist Church was her social life. Third, today was a special Sunday, it was the first...

Memoir of a Young Mistress Pt 05

Ted tried to fall asleep and failed. There was just too much adrenaline. So many things were bouncing around his head, all fighting for his attention. He got up, dressed, and left the bedroom. His wife saw him from the kitchen. ‘I thought you were taking a nap.’ ‘I was, but I just realized why I couldn’t sleep. I need to finish next month’s lesson plans. You know how the CE chair gets bent out of shape if I don’t have them ready on time.’ ‘Oh…can’t you work on them here?’ ‘Normally, yeah,...

Madeleine Ch 08

CHAPTER 8 Paris, France March, 1918 I had been on furlough from my duties as an attache from the U.S. Embassy to Gen. Pershing’s headquarters, and Madeleine and I had finally reconnected after months of forced celibacy after her miscarriage and subsequent emergency hysterectomy. I had finally come to realize how close she had come to dying that day. Only a quick transfusion of blood helped her survive the surgery that saved her life, but deprived her of the ability to have any more...

Memoir of a Young Mistress Pt 03

Emily’s heart was racing. ‘He said I was amazing and he said I had a beautiful smile and he flirted with me…sorta…,’ she thought. Her first impulse was to take her phone and text every girl that would care…Sierra first, of course, then Amy, Kayla, maybe even Tawny. Then she caught herself. ‘The only way they’d believe me is if I could show them, and I’m sick so they can’t come over.’ She looked back at the laptop screen, scrolling back up over the messages, and then back down to his last...

Memoir of a Young Mistress Pt 09

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