Posts Tagged ‘corner time’

The correspondence began here. Dear Miss Carlisle, How quickly things come to pass. I can scarcely write and yet I must. I had expected a normal reply to my last missive and indeed as you know I was quite apprehensive about us meeting given our previous discussion. Your note arrived quite unexpectedly and as promised I […]


Reality Bites

11Feb20

Some time ago I corresponded with a woman who made and sold BDSM furniture, among many other accomplishments. She lived in a compound with in a polyamorous relationship with her partner(s) with part-time and full time slaves; she quite a tale to tell. I won’t tell it here as I have no reason to assume […]


  The correspondence began here. Dear Miss Carlisle, As I write this I am standing at my writing desk pen in one hand while the other cannot but stray to my behind where my skirts still chafe me. If it wasn’t for the Mary I would be risk the indecorous state of doing without my draws […]


The correspondence began here. Dear Amelia, It was so lovely to see you and thank you so much for your hospitality. What a delightful and well-brought-up young lady you have become. It was lovely to relive old times and I was most gratified that you did not bear me any ill feeling from my time as […]


  The correspondence began here. Dear Amelia, There are only a few days now and I suppose this will be my last letter before our visit together. I must own that I am very curious to see you and what you have become. I always knew that you would be a fine young woman. I only […]


Part 1 here. It would have been over by now, if only she had paid attention. She sighed, she felt such a fool standing in the corner like an errant child. God, what if someone comes in… her tummy did a tumble and she chewed her lip as her face flushed. Doubtlessly the risk was low […]


Distractions

16Jul19

Its hard to concentrate when there are so many distractions, but with maturity one can master it.


Part one here When Tzara awoke she was in bed. The honey-glow of sunlight poured through the open window emphasising the rich and red-brown panelled walls. She could even smell the wood and from outside she could hear birdsong. She sat up. Well apparently her plan had worked, she wasn’t dead anyway. The last thing she […]


“What is it for exactly?” the proprietor asked. He was an old-fashioned sort of cove, with a grey tweed suit and silver shading at his temples amid otherwise salt and pepper hair. Although he had a friendly manner, he had a somewhat severe way of peering down at her over his thin wire specs. Jane […]


Part 1 here Carolynn had never felt so awkward; John Dacia certainly knew his business. Here she was in a strange house dressed in in nothing but in a silk blouse over her bra and a pair of hold-up stockings worn with her own shoes. The juxtaposition of her lower nudity and such mundane surroundings […]