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London 2012 Marathon Man

Weatherfield England, Summer 2012, the London Olympics year.This is Johnno Allthwaite 'Marathon Man's story in his own words.We was down the Flying Horse one night having a few bevvies Al and me when this bloke in a tracksuit with a clipboard and stopwatch walks in."Hey, no trainers allowed in here," some clever dick twat in a roll neck sweater pipes up."Very funny," the guy says, and he turns to this group of posh twats sat there and asks,"And what exactly are you doing here?" he...

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They stopped speaking once they hit the water, both women abandoned their clothes in the heat of the sun, a little light breeze caressed their skin, speaking of the afternoon, threatening them with the cool that comes with night time. A little bit of wine under the same telling sun, earlier in the day had led to Cat unwrapping the scarf from around her friend’s neck and gently running its feather weight one whole length of her thigh. The delicate trace of the fabric had made the other woman...

One For The Team Chapter One

Chapter One - Trans Sexcretary Author's note: When I began this story just before Corona Virus changed our lives, it was going to be a short story about forced feminisation. With time on my hands because of the compulsory isolation the story grew and morphed into a love story and finally a "whodunnit'. I hope you enjoy the twists and turns and please leave comments to let me know how you feel about it. Michele Nylons May 2020 ***** September 1984 Charlotte Ward sat on...

After the Rain

AFTER THE RAIN: A short story by Tamsyn The story is familiar... A young man abducted and forced into a life of feminine servitude and sexual abuse, his body altered and changed. But what happens when liberation comes? Does the sun always shine after the rain? "We've found your son. He's alive." Miriam Welch sat anxiously in the simple yet pleasantly furnished relatives' room, her mind a whirl of emotion. It was barely thirty-six hours since she had received the phone...

Pam Sandwich

Pamela had already made the picnic and packed it into a wicker basket when the boys arrived. She’d cleaned the kitchen as well, been a thorough little domestic goddess with her mom and dad away for the week. And finally she had changed from jogging pants and T-shirt into her costume. Nothing outlandish, just a simple white-muslin dress and sandals, and then to the garden to pluck daisies and buttercups and ring them into a crown and a necklace. She stood before her bedroom mirror adjusting the...

Hanging Pedos from a Lamp post by their Bollocks

This is set in Lancashire England where people speak like on Coronation Street on Telly and swear a lot. If you don't like the F word don't F-ing read it and give crap feed back, all right.A sequel to Hanging Pedos by their bollocks from a Lamp Post============================================"Johnno, I've been thinking," Sandra said one morning between sucks as she gave me a blow Job, "I got my period." she says, "No offence but I'm not going to get a Council house at this rate so I've decided...

Blackmailed over kidnapped daughter

We had been in the U.K for around a month setting up another job, during this time we had come across a couple that looked like they had potential to fill our time before we left in a couple of weeks. There are 5 of us in the group and we work for anyone willing to pay for services in any field from murder to industrial spying, but this a private matter against a guy who had pissed us off on the current job, to be fair he was only doing his job, but had made ours just a bit...

Dear Clitical

Dear CliticalMFmm/f, Mast, Humil, WS, NC, Inc, BD, Voy, Tease, Orgasm denial.A teenage girl writes to Clitical, a 'female masturbation methods' forum, regarding her own experiences and their recent consequences. ----- Chapter 1 -----Dear Clitical,Hello! I've been reading your forum on female masturbation, which is very interesting. I'm writing now to tell you about my own experiences, and ah... recent developments. It will be a rather long essay I'm afraid, because for reasons you'll see later...

Emily and Oliver

Emily and OliverMy wife died today. Seven years ago, but today. She walked out the door only to be carried back in, a small wooden urn that stunk of extinguished flames. I love my wife though. Love her. Walking through the door and driving down to the shops into an unexplained tragedy. It wasn’t the impact that killed my wife you see, but the airbag. As the motor company representative told me later, with only a freckled hint of apology marking his face, the mechanism that should have deflated...

Plumber s Tape

Another episode from my life of self bondage. This is a very recent session (in fact it is only a week old by the time of writing). I do my best to ensure quality, but I am Danish and not familiar with every nook and cranny of English grammatics and syntax. I get confused with subtle differences between US and UK English, so bear with me. Enjoy the story (or not) and please overlook any spelling mistakes. Present tense and past tense problems are just that - problems.------------I was...

Without Love

Without Love Part two. The transition from College, armed with all the relevant qualifications for a life in the drudge of office administration, to a job that promised just that as a future, was quite easy. Michelle enjoyed the freedom her meagre wage allowed; the freedom to buy clothes she wanted, rather than those chosen for her by a mother so far out of touch that she may as well be on another planet. It was not long before the...

A Phone Call

My phone rang, I reached an arm out from under the bed clothes and answered it, "Neil Barker is not here and if you want a Taxi you can sod off" I announced sleepily trying to imitate an answer-phone, expecting the call to be from Harry asking me to do a Taxi run for him."Its Elsie, you replied to my email." a small female voice announced."Elsie, what email," I struggled to shake the sleep from my head."The one replying to me on the bondage site.""Oh, its one a.m. here in the UK. I was...

Eco Friendly

Eco Friendly The Virtues of Recycling By Rubberwolf Story Codes:? F/F, nc, bond, garbage, imprison, cat fight. Authors Note: I have wanted to write a garbage story since Grommet first put this category on the site.? I didn?t know quite how it would fit together, but the outline eventually took shape.? It can be a little rough in places, but I always wanted a cat fight in one of my stories, so?.? This also reminds me of a girl I used to know.? She liked to wear bin bags and get...

Immaculate Conception

Immaculate Conception This is a true story, as seen and experienced by self at the age when I was stepping out of childhood. My first vision of man and woman in intimate relations. Though this may be termed by some as adultery or extra marital relations I personally do not judge it or consider that perspective, though this is directly connected to my family- my uncle, his wife and her physical lover. The year: 1964. Age: Just out of childhood. ...

A Special Relationship

A Special Relationship A Special Relationship by Velvetglove Toni was in a meeting with her design team when her cell phone buzzed like a mini vibrator. It was her super-slim personal one, not her business Blackberry. She stared at it, a hot flush pimpling her neck, as the noise continued, signifying she had received a text message.Around her, seven faces stared expectantly, paused, watching.She lunged at it and flipped it face down as the throbbing ceased.?Yes ?? she snapped at...

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