I stood outside the deck of the beach house, savoring the humid, hot air pressing the gauzy sundress against my sweat damp body. It felt wonderful here on the Alabama Coast, out on Daulphin Island. I was a world away from the frigid north bay of California, my frozen bones thawing. The dawn rays of sunlight glinted off the sugary white sands. My first day...
My Secret Life PREFACE I began these memoirs when about twenty-five years old, having from youth kept a diary of some sort, which perhaps from habit made me think of recording my inner and secret life. When I began it, had scarcely read a bawdy book, none of which, excepting Fanny Hill, appeared to me to be truthful: that did, and it does so still; the ot...
It was Saturday night and she was on her way to meet up with an old friend. They were heading to see a local band called The Other Half of the Sky that had developed a decent following over the past couple of years. The show was held at a small intimate venue called The Argonaut - dimly lit, small stage (you could barely even call it a stage), and nice cockt...
This story is an ABDL story a bit different than my usual stories. This story can contain as much ABDL content as needed however it should be made clear that this isn’t a lover story. It can have all the elements of an ABDL story: diapers, pacifiers, suppositories, etc, but it should 1) not turn into regression and 2) not turn into a fetish. In other words i...
Maggie's father bought her a video camcorder for her twenty-second birthday and though that was more than a month ago, she still couldn't make herself get enough out of using it. Her lifelong dream had always been to become a movie director, hence the birthday gift. It was sometime past three one hot afternoon. She was expecting one of her best friends Olie...
There are certain things one grows used to, living in London. The soot. The rain. The accents. The comments on your own accent, if you have one. Then, there are the secret pleasures we find on our own. Things we grasp at greedily and hold in our clutches. Small comforts. For me, coffee was a small comfort. Early in the morning before I was expected at the...
Kaitlyn Drummer sighed discontentedly and tossed her pencil back onto her pile of papers. She grimaced as she caught sight of the clock, noting that her seven o'clock dinner date had come and gone. Damn. Another one bites the office dust, she thought, leaning back in her chair and smiling ruefully. She had hours of work left, and the idea of starting over ag...
It had started like any other day. At the appointed time to serve her, I followed my mistress into the chamber where she told me to get ready. I took off my clothes and kneeled naked in front of her with my head bowed starring at the floor in front of me. I did not know that my mistress had something special in mind for her amusement that day. I could see t...
Wank Gough, aka 'The Goughster' here, with some guidelines to help all you WASPs (White Ango-Saxon protestants) out there fulfil your cuckold status. Now, as I'm all about the love, here's a little warning: tetchy WASPs who don't think they're natural and willing cuckolds might want to stop reading here, as you're likely to not be able to cope with ideas w...
The Invitation Oasis answered the door expectantly. Philippe had told her she would be getting a package, and it was finally here. As she signed for the envelope, she could hardly wait to see what was inside! Bounding to the couch, she landed with a "thump" telling herself to very calmly open this, so as not to damage the contents. Slowly she opened the en...