Myla and Willow were both still very annoyed as they looked at their classmate, form teacher, headmistress, and governor, all of whom were fully naked standing with their hands on their heads, red-eyed and with tear-stained faces, and stinging bottoms each with twelve raised welts painted across them, there in the headmistress’s study. Myla and Willow were both seventeen and just a couple of weeks away from leaving the si...

Nineteen-year-old Beth opened the door to see a flustered looking Liz, their neighbour of two doors away, and saw she was wearing a pretty summery sleeveless floral dress with a hem halfway down her thigh. She was in her forties, Beth knew and was unmarried ad lived by herself  “Hi, Liz,” Beth said with a smile. She always called Liz by her first name even though she called other women her age more respectfully, like Mrs...

Suck me, fuck me Give me all you've got His New World order more than  Bordering on arrogance, I glance into his Blue-eyed, square-jawed maw And wonder if he knows What's coming * I've suffered cheating, beating Prying, spying, lying In the name of liberty Abuse beyond belief I saved it all, each word, each act Each opposite exactly as he never dreamed What's coming * Who made you the boss? I laugh then bite his viper's t...

CHAPTER ONE (of two) I've not done much of anything in my fifty years; well, other than read books and work. That formula has worked for me till now but no more. I've finally decided to make a change. Oh me? My name is Bruce Turner more about me later. Working, I'd become a major success; Well, if a hundred million in liquid assets can be considered success. My job? I'm self-employed. I buy and sell foreign currencies, no...

The following poems were all written for, and published in, the Versus Verses thread on the Poets Corner of the forums. They are hopefully light and mildy humourous affairs.I hope you enjoy. Cum Girl xxxTea Bagging "Dunkin Donuts" I do declare"You want to put your scrotum there?""Oh please, dear dinkums, my sweetpeaIf you would only suckle me;Just as I enjoyed in far off daysWhen the Harrow ruggar team would hazeSmithers-...

Chester suddenly stopped sweeping. He leaned the broom against the bin of sheetrock screws, hung the dust pan on the hook by the paint brushes and turpentine, leaving the pile of dust and debris in the middle of the wooden floor and without a word to his boss, Norman, walked out of Nichols and Son’s Hardware Store where he had worked for the last five years. The bell over the door jingled when Chester opened it and jangle...