Endroit dédié à l’imagination au sens large du terme, laissez votre humble servante réaliser vos désirs et au delà, le passé, le présent, le futur issu de mon imaginaire et de mes fantasmes. N'hésitez pas à me donner vos ordres, j'obéirais, je vous laisserais même accès à faire de ce lieu le réceptacle de vos histoires en duo avec moi Je ne serais jamais à l...
WARNING - If you are not fond of tales that involve cuckold elements, we suggest exploring the vast collection of superior narratives available on this platform instead. All sexually explicit depictions are restricted to individuals aged 18 and above. Synopsis: In 1969, Emily gets her hands on two tickets to Woodstock, and invites her new and innocent boyfri...
Wir schreiben das Jahr 2372 nach den Correctness Kriegen, die Menschheit hat ihre Zersplitterung überwunden, zusammen mit aller Hand nutzloser Dinge, wie zum Beispiel überholte Ideologien, Krankheiten oder Vorurteile. Vor fast 2000 Jahren war es dann der Menschheit gelungen, aus ihrem Sonnensystem auszubrechen und entferntere Sterne zu besiedeln. Vor 1000 Ja...
To the reader: you may find that this story has a vaguely similar plot idea to my story "Wild Blue Yonder". While I will admit that there is that vague connection, let me assure you - this is NOT "Wild Blue Yonder". I think if you read it, you'll discover that this is a totally different story. It's certainly a different writing style. Enjoy! * * * Greetin...
Die glänzende Eisenstange surrte, als David sie aus der angenähten Befestigung seines Wanderrucksacks zog. Langsam ging die Sonne unter über den leeren Bauwerken der Stadt. Er rollte seinen Schlafsack aus und ließ sich auf dem Dach des gewaltigen Miethauses nieder. Die sommerlich warme Nacht erlaubte es ihm, draußen zu schlafen, um das Geschehen in den Straß...
"Billy, stop screwin' around man, we're in church!" "Oh the holy man, 'we're in church'!" Folding his hands in mock imitation of prayer and wriggling his hips in a 'girlie' fashion. The two boys, (Billy, twelve and Mark, 11) move, for the most part, in awed silence around the sacristy and altar, Their task, altar boy, is not to be taken lightly. At Immacul...
The ranger, in his Smokey the Bear hat, put his pedal bike on the kick stand when he got close to me. A strong masculine outdoor type. Black short sleeved top did little to conceal the broad chest with pecs that must have developed over hundreds of pushups. His biceps were stretching the short sleeves. The mid-thigh black bike shorts were stretched taught ov...
This story has very mild femdom/feminization. If you copy it, please keep my name attached. SuppleWriter * My name was Steve, and it is time to tell my story. Ten years ago I was 32, living a high-pressure life in Los Angeles, and doing yoga in my free time. Based on the people I met at work, I began to see that male attitudes were often destructive (a...
If you enjoy this story please revisit my previous series "Naughty High Class Mom pt. 1&2. under author hotteeat60. Continued from Chapter 4 Within two months of moving to Miami I became engaged to a guy I met in a very up scale club in Miami during spring break. I was introduced to him by a modeling friend. I learned that his name was Ken and that h...
This is a one-off story based on my other long stories "The Mission" and "H is for Heuristic". If you would like to see where these characters came from you should look there. ---------------------------------------------- "Ready?" Anya said. "Yep." he said. "Ready?" she said, turned now to look at Tammy. "AFFIRMATIVE." Tammy said, switched to a sexy mo...