This story spans a few different categories. The domination theme is rather mild, but I still think it best belongs in this category. A big thanks to Ginger_Scent for her very valuable editing comments. ----------- You work with what you got. That's what Sara had concluded, and the fact that her breasts were on the tiny side didn't bother her anymore. Why...
My wife, Heather, is the epitome of a trophy wife. We both know that. And both of us are fully comfortable with that. We have discussed this quite a bit over our time together. Yesterday things went further. Maybe too far. Maybe I crossed the line. I think it's accurate to say that Heather is now considered my Trophy Slut Wife by those involved. Maybe I pus...
Author's note:This is a work of fiction. It's mostly about rimming, which by itself isn't quite enough to call it a fetish, but since the story is so thoroughly centered on this one topic, I'll put it in the fetish category. Additionally, there's a plotline built into the story that's (a) a little unusual, and (b) may or may not be scientifically valid (no...
A special thanks to JonB1969 for his editing. Hope you all enjoy my story and remember to vote and comment, it's what encourages me to keep writing. This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, livin...
My name is Joe and I am a lawyer. This story is true or at least it is true if the stories my wife has told are true. I have no reason to doubt her on these matters. This story is about my wife, Debbie, during the time period leading up to our marriage. I was a partner at a highly successful law firm in a large city in the southern United States. I was 35 y...
Chancellor Inga Braun was at the Berlin Tegel Airport to greet Gwen and Steve upon their arrival, and did so with great warmth. The two women hugged and were soon chatting like old friends. Gwen invited Chancellor Braun to ride in the motorcade with her to the American embassy, which would allow them more time to discuss issues of mutual concern. For her par...
Author's note: All characters participating in or witnessing sexual encounters are 18 of age or older. ***** Begin::WeirdTrack: While He Slept Ch. 1 - BadDay; Start(WeirdTrack_BadDay(Intro)); There once was a girl and god loved her. Put like that it all seems so simple. Every life is so small and boring. No life is ever different. They think themselves u...
© 2019, All rights reserved -- mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Betsy was still on her couch, staring out the front windows behind it. The beige curtains were pulled wide open, the sheer white panels behind them pulled halfway. She was looking down the street, waiting... hoping. She'd been there for over an hour, her thoughts scattered and random. The breeze felt g...
Alex "You see this one on the left?" I nodded, intently scrutinizing the image of an array of cilia under high magnification Dr. Dodbele was regarding. "These are the pheromone receptors of a human female that has been infected with the virus. Here..." he cut off, pulling out another image. "...are the same receptors ones from a healthy, uninfected woman....
Special thanks to Ken Nitsua for editing this story! *** You'll want to know about the night of August seventh. It's all that anybody ever wants to know about. I always thought that people would forget, it was years ago, another life, another time. I always thought the world would simply move on. But the world doesn't move on at all. The world devours th...