This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to persons, live or deceased, is purely unintentional. This is my first work that I have "published" although I have been writing for myself and my husband for a number of years. Any feedback would be appreciated. This is the first installment of the continuing adventures of my heroine. My parents and I arrived at m...
This story is fantasy. I have had help from a female friend to give her perspective. ******************** Part 1 - Then Chapter 1 I grew up in a small farming community. My parents were staunch Catholics and any talk of sexuality in our house was non-existent. Like so many kids in conservative households this only made me more curious about the pleasure...
Aisha sat in the middle of the pick-up next to Paul. She placed her head on his shoulder and they drove back to Aisha's house. Once in front of her house, the two shared a long passionate kiss. Paul could not resist the urge to touch her soft brown body again. As they kissed, he slid his hand up her dress. He massaged a hand full of her warm thigh. Paul mo...
I waited in my captive darkness, my breathing perceptively quickening in anticipation of His entrance. Despite the cold, I felt my palms break out in a light sweat. Would He have forgiven me, would He release me and hold me as I longed to be held, would He still want me? The thoughts and questions raced through my mind at a million miles an hour, so quick I...
My girlfriend Wendy was down for the week. It was Saturday, and my friend Mark came over after dinner to go out with us. After a few drinks at my place we asked Wendy what she'd like to do. "How about we go across the highway to Charlies's?" she said with a sly smile. Charlies's is a strip club known throughout the area. Mark and I didn't need any other pro...
Note from the author: This is a continuation of a story with five previous chapters. This chapter win not make a lot of sense without reading the previous chapters. Furthermore, this is a cuckold, Femdom, sissyboy story. If you don't like thos kind of stories, please move on. Don't read it an leave senseless comments at the end. I love feedback, as...
Copyright 2009 by Marcia R. Hooper This story is dedicated to Jim. Matt sat at the edge of the mattress when I returned to the bedroom, his right leg folded beneath him, his hands clasping his knee, worry furrowing his brow. "We need to talk, sweetie," he said. "I know," I replied tiredly. Rubbing my forehead, I closed the bedroom door and made sure it w...
It had been oh so long since we had been on a real vacation, you know, one without kids. So this one was going to be special. True, we were not really all by ourselves, we were going with our long time good friends, Barb & JT. We were off to a tropical resort on the Mexican coast for some sun, beach and warm water. Our accommodations were a very nice two b...
Mmmmm... I love Saturday mornings. I'm going to cuddle a little bit then head upstairs for some Mini-Wheats and Youtube. Her exposed neck is perfect for snuggling and while I love to wrap my arms around her, I don't want her to wake. I'll risk it and snuggle in close and savour her silky skin from our entwined ankles to my chest pressed against her bare bac...
Laurie Catherine Fallon Day 50th: May 29, 1992 In my dream I held pieces of my skull in the crease of my temporal lobes. I imagined the place where the axe cut the stones or the guillotine set up to make the ritual more predictable. It was as if I lived in the blood of my menstrual cunt. I fumbled square balls transformed into testicles and I ran up the...