Authors note: Thanks to the widow for the edit. Lover's Games I sniffled as I stood in the corner, my pink thong at my knees in a tangled untidy rope. I was feeling most sorry for myself, and my bottom throbbed, burned, and seemed to grow bigger every second I stood there. Although it could have been worse. I could have been seated in the corner. I though...
Once Again--For Megs [This story deals with fetishes as well as discipline and bathroom activities. Those disinclined to read about these matters should not proceed further.] At first, Marion was delighted when her dominant daughter Karen informed her that they would be having brunch at Judith Sloan's new restaurant, Ladies First. Life had been difficult f...
Research That night, after a long day spent thinking things over, Janice lay leisurely atop her large, still-made bed wearing nothing but a short, cream coloured, silk nightgown. Her knees drawn up and parted, the fingers of her right hand gently stroking her pussy, her thoughts not concerned with Courtney's unexpected departure with a sadness as she may ha...
Gosh I love computers. I had just got the new large screen Apple laptop and I was flying to Atlanta, Georgia. When she brushed past me to take the window seat I really didn't pay that much attention, other than to notice her musk perfume as I breathed in her fragrance. "Wow," I heard her say as she looked at my computer, "that's a big screen." Leaning...
I lined up my last shot, eight ball to the side pocket. I didn't need to take my time; it was and easy shot. The game was already over and my opponent, some cowboy hat wearing guy named Rick or Rich had only had one turn. I was cleaning up, like I did. I never bet money out in this tiny ass town's only bar. I had money. Vegas had opened its coffers to me, bu...
I met her at the bus station; she followed me into the ladies room. Mesmerized by her beauty, I did nothing when she held the door of the stall open to where I could not close it. I just pulled my skirt up and slid my panties down; standing there for a few minutes, sensing that she wanted me to pose that way for her. I sat down and a rush of urine explode...
Rachel is a young woman, 30, gay and single. She's getting dressed to go out. She hasn't been out in a few months, hasn't really wanted to. She's just been working, she said to herself, and really just hasn't been feeling social, but tonight... tonight, she wants to have a drink and do some people-watching. As she was deciding on an outfit, she settled on so...
"I didn't hurt your arm, did I?" Linda asked, slightly worried over her dominating behavior, yet feeling like she just wanted to mount the other woman right then and grind her ass into the woman's face. Smiling slightly, Carrie shook her head, finally regaining her balance. "No," she said, reaching down to pull her pants up, "Sometimes, it's good to be domi...
The tattoo on her ass read "MISTRESS PLEASE SPANK ME!" in bold black letters. There was a lock enclosing them in the shape of a heart and the rest of her bottom was covered in fading bruises. Looking up, I blushed furiously when our eyes met. She was younger than me, probably in her early twenties, rather petite and very pretty. She smiled cheekily at me and...
We handed the joint back and forth as we passed each other getting dressed for our night out. Camille paused and dropped her towel, giving me a nice look at her round brown ass. "Stop....bend over Camille, show me that wet pussy, baby". I couldn't help myself, this was the first time in our long relationship that I was being given total nasty perverted fre...