Author's Note: The Village Sluts is a story focused around two women who continue to grow their bond and fall in love as they experiment with their shared fetishes. This story, therefore, contains strong scat and pee play. This includes smearing, tasting, eating, soiling, etc. If you do not share these fetishes, please stop reading. If you do continue to r...
Anna stroked her long slim fingers over the heavy ivory slip, tracing the outlines of the lace and the thin lines of the shoestring straps as she folded her lover's silk. She pressed it to her face, inhaling the smell of the warm iron; the perfume redolent of that musky female scent Anna loved so well, always there, even through the soapy efficiency of the w...
It made me feel such a voyeur, but I couldn't help it. What was I supposed to do -- go to bed wearing earplugs, or playing music at loud volume? My flatmate Victoria was putting me nightly through erotic hell. She'd return home each evening with her new girlfriend, and the two of them would proceed to have very noisy sex together for what seemed like hours....
"What the hell is this?" I say when I see what's lying on the table. I had sauntered over for a beer and to give a quick glance at the box, just to see if Lauren had decided to indulge me with a Segal- or -Van Damme action flick, or went instead with a cheesy, romantic chick flick that would either put me to sleep, or, best case scenario, put her in the mood...
I woke up when the sun had crept barely above the rooftops, the first sensation an incredible stiffness from sleeping on the concrete floor. I slowly stretched, scratching my back and rubbing an arm that had fallen asleep, trying to get my circulation going. I was hungry, and would kill for a toothbrush. When I looked around, I could see Rebekka standing a...
Cinderella was a beautiful young woman. You couldn't always tell, her hair often in a messy bun, her face and clothes dirty from cleaning and cooking all day. She once lived a happy life with her father in his estate, but that all changed when he remarried. Her step mother was a cruel woman and Cinderella knew she only married her father for his money. But...
Rachel: After her night in the box I always fantasized about being "That Girl", the one all the girls whispered about, whispering to each about what a slut she is, how all the boys say she's easy, how slutty she dresses. I wanted to be her. I just could never do it. Oh sure, I've had sex. Plenty of sex, but only with my boyfriend. That is until that party...
She tells me to come into office to talk about the account we'd lost. I know which account, and I know this is probably going to be unpleasant, because we'd lost it, and she's angry, and it's all probably my fault. I'm expecting to be fired, or given a warning, or told this is going on some kind of permanent file. Instead, she tells me to come over and st...
The following evening, Alice prepared for her visit to Lynda's to start the process of producing the required party dress. She had showered and shaved her naughty bits and donned self-supporting flesh coloured hose, but she could not decide what else to wear. In the end, she chose a simple sleeveless 'A' line dress in black. She retrieved her black heeled sa...
Ryan tipped the cabbie and entered her building in the Mission. She trudged up the steps to her second floor apartment, rubbing her eyes. Goosebumps could still be seen on her arms, damp and chilled from the rain. The Victorian was quiet and Ryan tried to respect the time by unlocking her door without disturbing the silence. She closed the door carefully beh...