The sound of a sit down mower on the school playing fields could be heard in the distance, drifting through the open crittle windows, creating a hypnotic sub conscious state of mind to the listener. Its hummingbird sound accompanied the smell of freshly cut grass , warmed in the hot summer sun, and delivered by…
The sun was streaming through the window of the schoolroom, the wooden floors creaking as the warmth of the spring sun penetrated the old stripped pine floor boards making it swell and twist. A solitary, highly polished brown wooden school desk had been positioned in the centre of the sparse school room. A chair had…
Michael had worked as my general handyman around the house for at least ten years. He was a quiet soul, softly spoken, very much old school and so,so incredibly polite. I had never ever let him know of my passion for alternative kinky play, I didn’t think he needed to know however, certain items in…