The Felicity Chronicles — Chapter Four: Mistress of Ceremonies

"It happens at last: My Defloration Ceremony, like nothing I could have imagined!"

Saturday, June 8-Sunday, June 9, 1974“Who gives this virgin to be deflowered?" asked Reverend Gaia, her lithe nude body enticingly draped in see-through vestments.My mother and I stood before her on the left, Mom holding my leash. Felicity stood opposite...

The Felicity Chronicles — Chapter 3: Like A Virgin

"My amazement and arousal continue as I am prepared for the moment of my deflowering."

Saturday, June 8, 1974A few minutes after our visitors left, there was another knock at the door. My heart leapt, hoping it would be Felicity at last. It wasn’t, though how could I complain? Whoever this was, she was fucking...

Le Weekend – II

"It is Saturday Night, and for all of them, life will never be the same again."

Drifting through the air, a muted jazz singer lamented the loss of her lover. Alone in the dining room, Antoine sat back in his chair, beguiled by the monochrome photographic print of Madame Bonheur. As the centrepiece on a wall,...

The Felicity Chronicles — Chapter 2: Brave Nude World

"I discover secrets and a reality far sexier than I ever dreamed, as I arrive at Cole Manor for my deflowering ceremony"

Saturday, June 8, 1974Everything in my life had changed, after that Tuesday morning encounter with Felicity Cole. My coming of age—sexually—had scrambled the familiar family roles. My mother had become a kind of incestuous girlfriend—short of actual penetrative incest, because...

The Felicity Chronicles — Chapter 1: Friend of the Family

"My mother arranges a sex tutor for me."

Tuesday, June 4, 1974“Would you masturbate for me?”My first reaction was disbelief: Did I just hear what I thought I heard? From a total stranger no less?Then came embarrassment, humiliation, even shame. My face was on fire. Right in front...

The World Championships 1947 — Back Home

"Daniel finds out he may have married too quick as he starts preparing himself for his second world championships."

Marrying a seventeen-year-old girl may not be the best of ideas. Zabel would have been fine, I knew this. Because of her untimely demise, I would spend the rest of my life wondering what sex would have been like with...

A Day At Home With Lynda, Lynda’s Home

"A day with Lynda was the lottery win we'd all wish for"

Ah, Lynda. Lynda, Lynda, Lynda, you and those long, luscious legs of yours should have been registered as lethal weapons. Point in hand, so should the rest of your outstanding body. From the smoothness of your skin to that inviting...