Weekend Rubber Experience - Part 4 by Jester Soul Mates by Aaron Roberts Weekend Rubber Experience is @1999-2003 by Jester. Any Unauthorized uses of this story in any shape will be dealt like this: Torture in a rubber suit, sealed in another vacuum suit, smothered in deep thick mud, and encased for an entire weekend. Weekend Rubber Experience Saturday Afternoon Jack, Melissa, and Cris quickly dressed after their shower. Cris slipped on a smooth black longsleeve PVC sheath playsuit, and pulled her jeans on over its bottom half. She placed her twill sweater over the top. It hid her PVC well. Melissa had her hair in a ponytail, and she wore a clear rubber catsuit, and placed some exercise tights over her legs. She pulled on a gray sweatshirt and some rubber deck shoes. She looked like someone who was going out for a jog. Jack had on his original sweater and jeans. ...

Revenge of the Nerds by Helios This is a bondage story I wrote inspired by the 1980s movie “Revenge of the Nerds” Revenge of the Nerds by Helios The infamous “Doomsday Week” was only a few days away on the university campus, where the various sororities, fraternities, and various campus organizations were allowed to play harmless pranks on each other. In recent years, however, the Tri-Lams were the recipient of pranks from nearly everybody in a unified effort against them, much to their displeasure as they played pranks on none. “I hate this time of year…” commented Arnold as he squinted at the calendar. “Everyone on campus gangs up on us and we spend the following week cleaning off all the whipped cream and toilet paper from the place.” “Things’ll be different this year.” said Dan, one of the new Tri-Lams. “What makes you say that?” asked Gilbert. “The Alpha Betas are back in charge and are the ones leading the campaign against us, and everyone else is following them.” “I got this plan from my brother in another college who’s in ROTC.” explained Dan. “I told him about our problems with Doomsday Week here and he helped prepare a plan…it’s called a pre-emptive strike in order to intimidate everyone else not to mess with us. All it takes is the four of us.” “You think this’ll work?” asked Toshiro as he reviewed the written plan printed off the email Dan’s brother Jason sent. “It looks simple enough…but…” “But what do we have to lose?” agreed Louis. “I’m in.” “Me, too.” said Gilbert. “All right then.” smiled Dan as he pulled out a dry erase board to diagram everything. “Let’s get to work.” ...

As part of a new project at work, Bob got sent off to Tokyo for two exciting weeks. I missed the hell out of him- I can’t sleep alone any more, and when I can’t sleep I get horny, and then, well, I resort to jilling off. That’s awful, I act just like a man when his woman’s not there! Actually, I have nothing against masturbation; it’s good exercise and it keeps you in a better mood. Really, I think masturbating is at its best when I let go and allow myself to feel like a wanton slut, kneeling naked on the bed, hungry for my own pleasure, my knees spread wide, watching my reflection in the mirrors as my hands dance across my naked body, grunting like a stuck pig…. worse, this was going to be the first of many trips as the product line came up to speed! ...

“Gosh, I love winter!” I thought to myself as I watched my wife Peggy pass in front of me as she walked from the kitchen to the bedroom. She was 23 years old, fit, beautiful, and completely naked. The nipples of her “C” cup breasts were hard and erect from the chill, and I had to restrain myself from dragging her onto my lap and giving an inviting brown bud a not so tender bite. She could not have done much to stop me, since her hands were cuffed tightly behind her back, her ankles were shacked ten inches apart, and her lips were stretched around a three inch ball gag buckled tightly behind her head. ...

Place: The Drake Rubber Products Inc. factory 11:50 PM. Night shift employee Helen Clark, a 24 years old data processor, catches up on work left over from the previous night. She sits at her desk entering data on her computer. She is an attractive 5’ 8” brunette who also freelances occasionally as a model. She is single and works night shifts at D.R.P.I. four nights a week. She works in her bare feet relieved that she can relax and work comfortably as if working at home. ...

It was starting out to be a bad day. My girlfriend/slave Jess was sitting on a chair next to me with that defiant glare of hers. I was looking at a credit card bill for $500. Now it wasn’t the money I cared about but it was the audacity. Jess was supposed to be a “slave” but she spent all her time topping from the bottom and making my life miserable. ...

One day I was chatting on the internet, I have to tell you a woman that is into bondage gets a lot of attention, all of a sudden I got a message from a guy called rubber man. The story went like this… Rubberman: Hello how are you? Sara: I am fine you? Rubberman: I am good. I am looking to make a human rubber doll. Sara: Wow, I don’t know much about rubber. Rubberman: Would you like to try it? Sara: Sure it sounds exciting give me your number. ...

Lisa stood in the darkest corner she could find, looking across the alleyway at the factory doors shut tightly in front of her. It was an excellent job she had landed with the private investigation company she now worked for and she was very happy to get it. Her boss Mrs Bond had seemed very impressed with her even though she had limited experience of this line of work, only working in a local paper for a short year while studying for her degree. “Hardly a hot bed of intrigue and danger.” She thought at the time, but it looked like it was just the sort of thing her new employer was looking for. ...

Lisa stood in the darkest corner she could find, looking across the alleyway at the factory doors shut tightly in front of her. It was an excellent job she had landed with the private investigation company she now worked for and she was very happy to get it. Her boss Mrs Bond had seemed very impressed with her even though she had limited experience of this line of work, only working in a local paper for a short year while studying for her degree. “Hardly a hot bed of intrigue and danger.” She thought at the time, but it looked like it was just the sort of thing her new employer was looking for. ...

Charlotte stared out across the bedroom and sighed softly, weary of waiting for her beloved mistress to return. She normally managed to survive these periods of inactivity without any difficulty, but on this occasion felt the slow passage of time more acutely than usual. Sometimes she was able to doze when Victoria was out shopping or visiting friends, but now a gnawing excitement prevented such a pleasant escape. She knew something very special was about to happen and an almost juvenile anticipation made sleep impossible. The thought of Victoria aroused her, as it always did. Images of exquisite eroticism filled her mind. She had always been deeply submissive, the source of her natural deference being alopecia which struck cruelly during her late teens. Hounded by cruelty from her peers and deprived of friends by her striking nakedness, she retreated into a private world, an unsure, sometimes frightened young woman who saw no future in a society that placed so much store on physical perfection. ...

For the past 2 years, I’ve been trying to figure out a way to successfully self-mummify myself to the point of no escape. Ever since I was a small child, I had loved to be wrapped tightly in a blanket real snug. I hadn’t realized how intense the feelings could be until I stumbled upon mummification online. First, I tried wrapping myself with saran wrap. I got all the way up to my armpits in inescapability. My problem was always the arms and head. I had tried all the ideas online but they had never been completely successful. ...

I was in to self bondage before my husband and I were married and I have yet to tell him of my fantasies. We dated for some time before being married and have enjoyed an active sex life since our fourth date. My husband brought an eighteen-year-old daughter to the marriage from his previous wife and we have never gotten along. It was three months after the wedding before I had a chance to do some self bondage. My husband was at work and his daughter Suzan had just left for her first day back to school. Suzan was just starting her first day of her senior year at high school. And had left an hour ago with her boy friend. I started out by getting the keys to my locks from the back of the freezer were I had placed them the previous night. I planed on doing just a simple hogtie in our bedroom for a couple of hours. I keep all of my bondage equipment in the back of our closet in an old suitcase. I make my way up the stairs to our bedroom looking in to Suzan’s room and noticing that she still hasn’t cleaned it up from the last time I asked her to. I continue onto our bedroom and retrieve the suitcase from the back of the closet. I place the suitcase on the bed and open it. It only takes me a moment the find the items that I will use for today’s bondage fun. I remove each item from my collection and place it neatly on the bed. I then close the suitcase containing the rest of my bondage collection and place it back in the closet. First things first I strip naked and fold my clothes neatly on the dresser. I stand for a moment looking at my bondage apparel laid out on display before lightly dusting my body with powder. I start with a pair of latex stockings and a garter belt. Next, I put on a latex top that has holes placed in front to allow my breast to stick through. The top constricts the base of each breast causing each to swell and jet out in front of me. When I wear this top my breasts actually bob up and down as I walk. Next comes a pair of opera length latex gloves made from a thicker latex. The gloves make it harder to get free as I can’t feel the difference between the keys when they finally melt free from the block of ice. Finally, I put on a leather chastity belt that has large built in vibrators for both my ass and pussy. I lube the vibrator for my ass liberally and slowly work it in. The vibrator for my pussy doesn’t need any lube, as I am all ready dripping wet and pops in easily. After both vibrators are in place I lock the chastity belt in place. I place the wireless remote to the vibrators on the night stand within easy reach beside the block of ice that contains the keys to my release. There is an eyelet mounted to a stud in the wall just over the bed that I run a piece of string through. I then tie the piece of string from the block of ice to the string going through the eyelet. Once the ice melts the keys will drop onto the bed within easy reach of my hands. I am finally ready to start my bondage I lock two straps on my legs one just below my knees and one around my ankles. The strap I have around my ankles also has a short strap that I will lock to my wrist cuffs once I have them on. I place a large ball gag in my mouth, pulling it tight, I lock it in place with a small pad lock. I then kneel in the center of the bed, which takes some manoeuvring with my legs bound as they are. I reach over to the night stand and move the remote for the vibrators beside me on the bed so that I can reach it once I am completely bound. Next, I put a strap around my upper body just below my bulging breasts and over my arms at the elbows. With some effort I place cloths pins on each nipple and six more in a circle around each breast. As the pain from the cloths pins start to work their magic I take one more look around the room before I finish locking my self up to make sure that everything is in place. Finally, I fasten a three-inch leather cuff on each wrist and lean back for the strap connected to the strap on my ankles and lock the wrist cuffs and strap closed behind my back. Just as I lock my wrist cuffs behind me, I hear the front door open and slam shut. This shocks me so much that I loose my balance and fall over on my side causing my bulging pined tits to flop all over the place. I scream into the gag from the pain of my pined tits but only a muffled groan escapes my lips. I hear Suzan call my name from the living room and start up the stairs. I look over to the bedroom door and in my rush for a little fun I forgot to close it. I can see into the hall and straight in to Suzan’s bedroom from my position on our bed. I watch helplessly as Suzan goes in to her room and throws her book bag onto her bed. As she turns yelling my name once more she sees me in all my bound glory laying out on the bed. I hear her scream out, “Oh my god what happened?” As she runs in to our bedroom. Suzan tries for a moment to free me from my bonds when she notices the block of ice hanging over the bed. She stops her attempts to free me and moves over to the side of the bed so she can look me in the eyes. “You did this to yourself didn’t you?” she asks. All I can do is shake my head yes, tears streaming from my eyes partly from the cloths pins on my tits and partly from embarrassment. She takes a moment to inspect my bound body moving all around the bed to get a good look. All I can do is blush as my stepdaughter gazes upon her new step mom in tight bondage. I try to tell Suzan to release me, but my words are changed to grunts by the ball gag in my mouth. I watch as Suzan reaches out slowly and gropes one of my bulging and pined breasts. She looks in to my face and starts to squeeze it painfully and all I can do is moan in to my gag. “You like that don’t you!” she says. I try to rock my body away from her hand, when she tightens her grip even more on my tit and in a stern voice says, “No don’t move.” Releasing my tit Suzan reaches down to the bed and picks up the remote to the two vibrators locked behind my chastity belt. Tilting her head to one side in puzzlement, she slides both controllers to their maximum setting. We both hear the two vibrators slam to life in my ass and pussy. With a devilish grin Suzan pats me on the head and moves behind me. I lay there for a moment breathing deeply, my tits throbbing from the cloths pins, and the two vibrators humming away behind my locked chastity belt. I look over my shoulder to see Suzan taking down the block of ice with my keys in it and my eyes follow her through the bedroom door as she leaves. I lay my head back down on the bed and loose myself in my bondage. I hear water running in the upstairs bathroom for a few moments as I near an orgasm. As I climb to the peak of my orgasm both vibrators shut off. I look over to the doorway and see Suzan standing there with the remote pointing at me in one hand and the keys to my release dangling from the other. “Oh no not just yet,” she says, “where’s the fun in that.” I uncontrollably thrust my hips in a vain attempt to bring myself over the edge of my orgasm as Suzan moves in to the room and sits facing me on the bed. Reaching out Suzan flicks on of the cloths pins on my tits with her finger, as she slides the controls for both vibrators to full for a moment. I squirm on the bed from the pain/pleasure that my stepdaughter is causing me. Suzan repeats the process with each cloths pin on my tits pausing after each one to watch me squirm in my pleasure/pain ecstasy. After running through all the cloths pin sequence three times, she grows bored and starts to remove each cloths pin from my tits and rotates it ninety degrees before replacing it. Again, each time she removes a cloths pin she starts the vibrators on full and stops them once the cloths pins are in place. Each time a pin is removed, I scream in to my gag from the pain. When she has all the cloths pins rotated to their new positions. She starts all over again from the beginning. I lose track of time and how many times she tortures my tits and sends me to the brink of orgasm with the vibrators. My world is reduced to an agony filled throbbing need to cum. I thrash on the bed, tears streaming down my face as I endure the sweet pain/pleasure that my stepdaughter is causing me. After I don’t know how long I am finally blasted in to the most intense orgasm of my life. The pain from my tits and the pleasure from my ass and pussy combine in to an earth shattering orgasm. I literally jump off the bed when it hits. Every muscle strains against myself imposed bondage as I scream in to the ball gag. The waves of my orgasm slam through me over and over. Just as I can’t stand it any longer I pass out from the shear pleasure of finally being allowed to cum. I don’t know how long I am out but when I wake up, I am laying in bed with the covers pulled over me and am no longer in bondage. I am still wearing all of my latex lingerie but the chastity belt has been removed. The cloths pins have all so been removed from my breasts and I can see slight bruising were each one was. I look over to Suzan’s room and notice that the door is closed. I am filled with the sudden need to urinate so I head in to the bathroom. When I have finished and cleaned myself up, I move to Suzan’s door and look in to her room. Laying naked and strapped spread eagle to her bed is my stepdaughter. As I walk in to the room I notice that she is now wearing my chastity belt and that the remote is on her nightstand out of reach. As I move to the bed her eyes follow my every move. She looks me in the eye and starts to explain that the reason she was home and not at school today was that she and her boy friend had a fight because he just couldn’t handle her need to be tied up when they had sex. Suzan went on to describe some of the ways she and her boy friend had played with bondage and that the only time she could reach an orgasm was to be in some kind of bondage. She explained that when she walked in on me in self-bondage that it was like a dream come true and that she just couldn’t let the opportunity slip by. When Suzan had reached the end of her story, I asked her where the keys to the restraints are. With a mischievous grin on her lips Suzan replies that I will have to make her tell me where the keys are. Just as I reach down to pick up the remote to the chastity belt I notice a bag of cloths pins laying on the table beside it. I smile at my stepdaughter as I pick up the remote and cloths pin and display both to her. In a husky voice, I ask Suzan is she sure this is what she wants. She smiles back at me and says, if I ever want to see the keys again that I had better get started. I laugh out loud and shake my head at my stepdaughter when I hear a knock from the front door. I and Suzan look at each other in puzzlement. As Suzan’s room over looks the drive way I glance out the window and see her boy friend’s car in the drive. I smile at Suzan and say I’ll go and see who is at the door. As I walk out of her room, I turn the vibrators attached to the chastity belt on to their lowest setting. ...

The windows and doors were locked, the answerphone was on and everything I would need was gathered in a sports bag. Using a pole with a hook on the end, I opened the hatch to the loft and pulled down the ladder. Although it had been a hot day, the air in the loft had cooled now to a reasonable temperature to be naked – I hate being cold. I turned on the light and unpacked the bag, laying out all the items and checking that nothing was missing. All present and correct, I covered the hatch with a large box, cutting out most of the external light, although a little could seep in through the vents between the roof and the top of the walls. ...

Teaching the Teacher by Sundel BUT IT STARTED AS A HOGTIE!byANNE GRAY As a new principal at forty years old, I thought that I had outgrown some of my earlier problems when I had taught middle school classes. Little did I know how memories linger. I thought it was by accident when I met Susan at the convenience store one afternoon. Susan was eighteen, pretty as a girl can be, but petite - no more than 5'1" and 100 pounds. Draw your own picture. Susan had been a student of mine eight or nine years before - but now she was a nineteen year old college student, and home for summer when we met. As a student, she had been a little rebellious in my classes, but nothing more than the average middle school student. Or so I thought. ...

Casting Notice: Female (20-30 years old); Young wife/homemaker type for non-union national commercial. Must be under 5’2”, flexibility a must. Multiple spots, $20,000 buy out. Open call, bring photo/resume 134 King St. East. Saturday 9:30am It almost seemed too good to be true. Michelle had come to the city six months ago, hoping to follow her dream of becoming an actress. In those six months, she’d lived in seedy apartments, worked crappy jobs, and had door after door slammed in her face. She couldn’t get into the union; she couldn’t even get an agent. It wasn’t that she wasn’t talented and she certainly had the look. ...

The Punishment Game by Sandy The Punishment Game by Sandy Hi Gromet: What follows is a true event. My sister and my husband came up with the idea (or found it on the net). Please feel free to post it and use my name and Email address. The Punishment Game I think that my Sister, Eve, actually came up with this (the Heifer). Here’s what we did yesterday afternoon with her help. My Husband, Jeff, is bound seated on the floor. His hands are cuffed behind his back around one leg of our heavy dinner table. His legs are spread with a 36 inch, homemade spreader bar. Under the table top there have been two screw eyelets installed. To one is attached the end of a string. The other end is then attached to a key ring holding Jeff handcuff keys. To the other eyelet is attached a stocking with several pieces of ice in the toe. The key ring was slid over the stocking prior to installing it to the eyelet. The key ring now rests on the pieces of ice trapped in the toe. When the ice melts the key ring will slide off the stocking and swing down into Jeff’s reach. He may then free himself. The ice has already begun to melt, the drops drip, drip, dripping into a bowl placed on the floor below the stocking. Only one other detail remains about Jeff, condition. Around the top of Jeff’s scrotum is tied a short piece of string with one end hanging. Through that end of the string has been threaded a second handcuff key. Finally that end is tied around the base of Jeff’s penis. The string is too short to slide off his cock unless he is completely flaccid. I see with a sinking feeling that he is already erect in anticipation of what may transpire. I am across the room lying face down. My hands are cuffed behind my back and my feet are spread with an 18 inch homemade spreader bay. To the spreader bar is attached a length of clothes line. The other end is tied to an eyelet installed in the floor. The length of this line has been precisely measured. It is just long enough to allow me to slither over to Jeff and reach his penis with my mouth. This is to prevent me from somehow using my hands or other part of my anatomy to unfair advantage. Jeff’s freedom is assured. He need only be patient until the ice melts. If I am to be free first, I must struggle across the room inchworm fashion, buffing my belly, thighs, knees and, more sensitively, my nipples across the textured carpet. Of course I may choose not to go through this, but I am motivated. You see, my Sister Eve, has placed us in these circumstances only moments ago. Before leaving, she selected three implements from our toy box and placed them on the table out of Jeff’s sight. I had the advantage of seeing them – a rubber-soled, ladies, bedroom slipper, an old-fashioned, wooden-handled, hair brush, and a broad-bladed, riding crop. They are to be used in that order. She then wrote a number on a card and placed it in front of those punishment implements. I do not know what that number is, but I know that it is not less than 30 – she has recorded the minimum number of swats to be used for each implement. Jeff does not know what lies on the table, only that there will be three items for use ‘later’ (to be used from left-to-right) if he is freed first. Or they will be used on him if I free myself first. Eve’s admonition of “Play Nice! And Have Fun!”, as she giggled and closed the door still rings in my ears. The first of us to be free may then use his or her partner in whatever sexual act s/he chooses, as long as s/he then punishes his or her mate with the selected implements when done. Jeff watches me expectantly. Will I lay there and accept my fate or will I struggle over to him, ‘deal’ with his erection, and use my lips to work the string off his cock and retrieve my release key? He’s less confident as I begin my trek. He does not know what lies on the table, but realizes it must be fairly severe for me to struggle so. Many long minutes elapse as I inch over to my captive husband. These minutes are punctuated by the plink, plink, plink of drops from melting ice falling into the bowl. I must hurry. Finally I am situated between Jeff’s spread legs. He has inched back as far as he can to try and prevent me from achieving my release. I am stretched taught trying to work his penis into my mouth. Jeff grins knowing that my angle of attack will be poor and my technique hampered by my bonds. I will only be able to use my neck and upper shoulders to work my head up and down his member. He knows the effort will be extended and quite tiring. He may still win. The dripping in the bowl sounds much faster. I am desperate and cannot waste time to look. Even if I had the key now I would have to wiggle back a few feet, drop the key, laboriously rollover, find the key blindly, and only then, free myself. He may still win. I continue the difficult task at hand (or should I say mouth). Jeff is doing his best to delay his orgasm and I have little idea how close or far he is. His breaths are heavy and somewhat ragged. Mine are even more so. Finally, he explodes into my mouth and I swallow his seed. I am within sight of my release. I start working the key string off his cock – a difficult task using only lips to grasp with. Just as I free the string and start to retrieve the key, I hear his release key fall and know that I have lost. My own despair and my physical efforts trigger a climax I didn’t even know was pending. Gawd, how I came! It leaves me weak and sobbing. Worse is yet to come… Hugs, Sandy I’m writing this standing up – BTW. Sandy ...

The Wayward Fantasy by Studbound The Wayward Fantasy by Studbound Part I The Incident Mary-Ellen van Braxton was frantic, pacing back and forth, talking loudly, almost shouting into her cell phone. Over and over she asked the 911 operator, “Where is he? When will he get here?” She brushed away tears, pulled at her hair, and looked out at the street scanning in both directions, waiting, hoping, despairing. Mary-Ellen was normally a stately calm lady from one of the city’s better families. Dressed impeccably, she wore only garments made by designer houses, and they fit her wonderfully showing off her amble bust and still slender waist. Mary-Ellen’s hair was always immaculate with nothing out of place, done short and in a becoming manner by a clearly over-priced middle aged man who flattered her both in what he said and how he managed her appearance. Her husband was a prominent attorney who commanded considerable respect. Her father had been a prominent businessman who made millions and left her independently wealthy. She was tall, dark hair and a figure that belied her almost forty years. Well educated, and distinguished in her own right, she was a political activist and noted philanthropist. But on this particular day, she was distraught, panicked and quite inconsolable, although a number of employees of the nearby supermarket were trying to help with encouragement and assurances that all would be well. Finally, the black and white police car pulled into the lot, slowly as if the driver had all the time in the world. The young policeman gathered up his pad, and methodically moved out of the car while the flustered Mary-Ellen ran unsteadily in his direction. “What took you so long?” She demanded. “Find my car. Find it immediately.” “Now, calm down lady,” the young man said. He was Officer Tom Pendelton, blond, handsome, chiselled chin, wearing a neatly tailored uniform that might have been just a bit too snug, but which showed off his butt to good advantage. “Don’t tell me to be calm, “Mary-Ellen all but screamed. “Start looking for my car. Now!!! Why are you wasting time?” “Lady, I need to get some information. Stolen cars always turn up in a day or two. Calm down.” “You don’t understand. You don’t understand. We can’t wait a day or two. This is an emergency.” “Sure, Sure,” said the young cop. “Everyone thinks it’s an emergency when their car is stolen. Now tell me your name.” Slowly, Officer Pendelton got Mary-Ellen to give him her full name, and a description of her stolen car. “So you had a dark green Toyota Sequoia - wow, that’s big car. A super SUV!!” observed Pendelton. “Yes, it’s big so it should be easy to find. So get started. Find my car. I saw them drive it away – and they sped off the lot and turned left. So get going. Find it at once!” “Lady, there’s no way I can just go out and find your car. I’ll call in this information and it will be passed on to all the officers on duty. They will all look for your car. Now you just relax. It will probably take a day or two. They always turn up in some condition - usually vandalized.” “No! No!” Mary Ellen screamed. “You don’t understand. Oh, this is awful. This is so embarrassing.” “Lady, take it easy. I guess don’t understand.” Mary-Ellen took the officer by the arm and moved him away from the few spectators who were watching the little drama. ...

Mistress Beverly’s New Sub by Jan A Friend In Need By T.S. FESSELN This story is for Monica. She had been writing me and was exploring Bondage, until her roommate found her E-mail left on and being nosey read her mail. I have not heard from Monica for two weeks so I assume her roommate (who flipped out) has convinced Monica that Bondage is perverted and not the fun past time that it is. This story is For Monica. Mistress Beverly’s New Sub ...

Scott enjoyed going out on travel for his company, occasionally. Sometimes he would be away for weeks at a time. The biggest thing he missed when on travel was his girlfriend and being mummified on a regular basis by her. However, when away on travel, one of the perks he had found, were the hotel’s king size beds with king size sheets. Every evening, after he had finished his workout and returned to his room, he would treat himself to an old-fashioned sheet wrap to relax in. He would pull the quilt and spread off of the bed and pile them out of the way on the floor. Moving quickly, he tugged the tucked ends of the sheet out from between the mattress and box springs, and left them hanging loosely. In the nude, he laid down on one side of the bed, pulled the sheet over his body, wrapped it around his ankles, tucking it tightly between his legs and held it tightly to his chest. With his arms held tightly to his chest, he began rolling to his left quickly, wrapping himself tightly in the sheet. By rolling at a slight angle, he was able to wrap the sheet snuggly around his legs and body. He usually ended up under at least 3 layers. ...

The Mighty Isadora by Celeste The compliments received were very much appreciated! Hope this ones to your liking The Mighty Isadora by Celeste Search as long and hard as you like, try every toy store for miles but you will not find amongst the mass ranks of pint sized space suits and tiny cowboy hats a junior clerks outfit. There is no “my first filing cabinet”. Nobody aspires to be a filing clerk, no one views the position of cog within a giant cooperate wheel as the crock of gold at the end of life’s rainbow. But then Karl didn’t go a bundle on rainbows. ...