IF THE VICTORIANS HAD THE INTERNET
A bit of nonsense, this. It started as an entry into the #Euphoff competition which looks for terrible sex writing, all full of awful euphemisms for body parts and sex acts. The only problem was I got...
View ArticleROOM FULL OF STRANGERS – wicked wednesday
The ante room is dark, barely enough light for me to fold my clothes onto the chair provided. The mechanics of undressing temporarily alleviate my nervousness but by the time I’ve carefully tightened...
View Article“FEMDOM CHOCOLATE STORY” – search term
This kinky little fantasy scene was prompted by a search term that had evidently brought someone to my site. He (I assume it was a he) would have been disappointed as there is no story here linking...
View ArticleHOLIDAY INN – chance meeting (a story)
My heart sinks, just a little, when I enter the hotel. Same lobby. Same plastic plants. Same anodyne music. Same “Good evening! Welcome to the Holiday Inn”. Same as last week and the week before. I...
View ArticleJERMYN STREET (Wicked Weds – shopping)
Catherine took her seat in Patisserie Valerie on the corner of St James Street and Piccadilly and ordered an orange juice, exactly as she had been instructed. When the client, one she knew well, had...
View ArticleGO! GO! GOLDFINCHES! – the English student
Having taken dance lessons since childhood, applying to join the Goldfinches, the College cheerleading team, had seemed a great way for Sasha to make new friends. And, as the only English student at...
View ArticleTHE HAIRDRESSER – losing my virginity
There were only a few of us left after the impromptu staff party in the unused cellar bar of the out-of-town, out-of-season hotel. The snow had gone and the spring conference season hadn’t started so...
View ArticleHOW VERY VICTORIAN!
Last year a wrote a bit of nonsense purporting to be a letter from a very Victorian uncle to his niece, him having discovered her in some very unbecoming behaviour. Well, it appears that this very...
View ArticleHER FIRST COLLAR – a story (kotw)
I can see she is nervous. Her eyes are sparking; her laughter is bright, more than normally bright, adrenaline adding half an octave to its pitch. I understand her nerves. This is her first time in a...
View ArticleTHE ESCORT AND THE PRINCE
Left alone in a sumptuously curtained alcove off a fabulously ornate room in the royal palace, the young escort sat nervously on the edge of a plush sofa, surrounded by dozens of even plusher cushions....
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