Chapter 1 Warm up and stretch. At 7.30 in the morning it was already too hot and I was finding it difficult not to fidget as sweat trickling down my back pooling between my butt cheeks and soaking into the top of my electric blue running shorts. I had recently started to run the trail path of NYC's Van Courtland Park with my friend Jessie. An older Domin...
After I finished class for the day, I went to the campus gym. Normally I hate working out but I've managed to find some extra motivation lately. I did my normal routine, spending thirty minutes on the treadmill before moving onto one of the resistance machines to work my legs. Nothing too strenuous but I worked up a nice sweat. In fact, working up a sweat wa...
It was my first time attending Maison De Poupée Mécanique. Though I could hardly remember or pronounce it when I first read that mouthful on the posters. A gentleman had been so gracious as to translate it to "Mechanical Dollhouse" for bumpkins such as myself. I was at the back of the audience, standing with a friend who'd invited me along to the cabaret....
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction not suitable for minors and people offended by explicit f/f domination and submission themed stories. Please note this is a try at erotic/explicit storytelling, and while there is plenty of explicitness , there is a lot of buildup too, so if you're looking for a quick release, I urge you to look elsewhere. Please excu...
Married in the thirties, with a bubbly kid and a boring workaholic husband is perhaps the story that most contemporary women can relate to. Born to affluent parents meant, I never had to struggle for anything. It also meant I could never experience real happiness. Whatever I required, I had to just ask and I would have it. In such environment, life breezes...
Marci sat on the toilet, staring at the door, her feet bouncing up and down in anticipation. A small trickle of juice had begun to ooze from her pussy, making her panties stick to her increasingly warm crotch. She lifted up her skirt and rubbed the palm of her hand against the silk pink panties. Slowly and deliberately she brushed against it, building her ex...
Jessie awoke that morning to a real thirst. She padded down the hall to the kitchen and stood at the sink drinking two full glasses. As the second glass emptied, she tilted her head back and raised the glass up. She watched the final bit gather along the rim. She watched as the bead swelled and began to yield to gravity. It clung to the edge like a man now u...
I catch you by the wrist as you make your way down the hall to the bedroom in your rush to grab a towel. I tread over your discarded shorts and wrap myself around you. "Stop, Kris." You laugh. "I need to get cleaned up." "That's what I'm here for," I answer. You're helpless, arms snared in your half-removed sports bra. I bury my nose in your short, chest...
"Sweat dripping over my body! Dancing getting just a little naughty! Let's get dirrty!!!" It blared over the stadium loudspeakers. Enticing the crowd to move their asses and get down and dirty. This song was Christina Aguilera's new anthem, her official transformation from "the genie in a bottle" to this sexual beast. This was my first Christina concert bu...
You arrived at the gym early that morning, wanting to get your workout in before the crowds started arriving. You spent most of your time on the elliptical machine, breaking in a good sweat. By the time you were finished, your body ached and needed a nice trip to the sauna to relax you. Upon returning to the locker room, you noticed someone else's bag near...