Show your Lines

Two months after having moved in with Master, i had to visit my doctor again. My Gynecologist was in Tennessee. i knew i had fibroid tumors that had not been totally removed in the previous procedure. i was constantly bleeding. i could not go on this way. i made the trip down in one day and back. The doctor came in to the room i was waiting and i spoke before he could, and told him i wanted a full Hysterectomy. i wanted this over and finished. The appointment was set up at the hospital for the surgery to be done in one month. After i had returned home, Biker and i discussed what care i would need after the surgery. Susan would be coming up to visit that weekend, so we would talk with her about it as well. i was happy she was coming i wanted her to see our new home. We had already begun planning for the day when she and her kids would be moving in with us. That time was not far off, maybe by summer’s end, just before the new school year would start for Nikki. (more…)

I couldn’t get to sleep. Insomnia is not usual for me, but occasionally it grasps me and shakes me awake and won’t let go. The last time it was this bad was when my Dad died. Getting three or four hours of sleep a night when I regularly require nine makes me cranky and grumpy at best, which is not my usual persona at all.

I know I’m keeping you awake with my tossing and turning, which just makes me feel that much worse. Finally, I end up on my back, sighing in exasperation, close to tears of pure frustration. (more…)

I’m flying the airplane.

A wing dips and I turn the wheel, scraping ailerons on the frozen air.

The plane yaws; I reach up and adjust the trim. It rolls; I pull back on the yoke. We level off.

I’m scared, afraid of losing control, of falling. But still, I’m flying. It’s my skill that keeps us in the air, keeps the passengers safe. The passengers…

I look around the cockpit, confused. The plane starts to fall off. I correct. Concentrate, damn it! Straight and level!

What is this? I can’t be the pilot. I boarded in New York as a passenger. Didn’t I? (more…)

I awoke surprisingly refreshed after the excitement of the previous evening with Davinia and JJ.

I could not believe my luck, not one, but TWO of them, and I little old me had fucked the pair of them.

Holy shit, and what is more, they were not finished yet. So much for seminars being boring.

It seemed ages till 9am and the start of the days training, but eventually it arrived, and, I was more than a little surprised at how cool they both were towards me, but soon realized, it would be wrong to do otherwise. I sailed through the morning session, even though my mind kept wandering, especially when JJ bent to retrieve something from the floor. I had an instant vision of that sweet pussy of hers, and my cock started to swell a little. “Oh God” I thought, “I cant have that happening,” and turned my full attention to the training manual. We broke for lunch at 12-30, and I decided to rest up a while in my room, as I planned on going out after an early dinner that evening. (more…)

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The drive to Aunt Martha’s was relatively short and they arrived within thirty minutes. Martha too, lived at the edge of College Station. It was just far enough away from any other house that it provided sufficient privacy for Martha, Jane and Agnes to conduct their sensual and kinky sexual activities. The women, including ‘Roberta’, climbed the stairs to the high porch and rang the doorbell. The door was opened by a pretty, very tall, perhaps six feet plus, blond woman who was well shaped with very large breasts and a narrow waist. She could only be described as Amazonian. She welcomed Agnes and Jane with hugs and kisses, then grasped ‘Roberta’ by the hands and looked ‘her’ over from head to foot. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are!” Martha exclaimed. (more…)