My husband was always working, not really paying attention to what was clearly going on around him. He was, and I’m guessing still is, a construction worker but you wouldn’t guess by looking at him. A 5 foot nothing Italian man with what was growing to be a disappointing beer belly. Still, I did love him, he always brought home gifts and spoiled me rotten. Im sure he knew that was an easy way to keep me around, I always have been bought very easily. There just wasn’t the spark we had when we started dating, that charisma had rubbed off and we both stopped trying so hard. So, as with any failin… 続きを読む

It’s been years since anyone has pressed my buttons. I guess I’m just getting old but I assure you I’m just as fun as I was in my heyday! I remember the times I would have fun on busses, trains and even get a bit naughty and banged on the teachers desk. In spite of my age, i burned passionately with every caller, I had many repeat customers, of lack of a better word. Oh it is agonising, waiting to be picked up and made a play thing, I end up daydreaming about my first time. It was June 6th, 1984, I had just graduated a college programming course and my whole life was ahead of me, nothing but… 続きを読む

Okay, a bit of background first. My name is toad, I just turned 20 and I’ve been a butler for a wealthy woman for a few years until she was recently a*****ed by a monster. I've been sat, locked up alone in a castle dungeon, a small dark room for weeks, struggling to keep track of the time, my thoughts as my only companion, worrying about the horrible things being done to my mistress. She a young woman would always wear nice dresses and often asked me to watch as she removed her garments and, while uncomfortabl… 続きを読む