The Americans onomatopoetically call it a queef, while us Brits, charmingly refer to it as a fanny fart, this elusive and frequently embarrassing raspberry blown from the female genitalia is seldom heard by most of us men, and even more seldom discussed. But none the less, I would be willing to place any amount of monies on the fact that I am not the only ch...
Natasha Starikovich was a happy camper; she had had a very happy childhood. Her mother, Vera, doted on her. The Williams sisters, particularly Ruth and Alisha, were like second mothers to her. School was easy for her and she was eager to learn. She had lots of friends and it did not hurt that she was the prettiest girl in her school.And she loved having a ma...
INTRODUCTION, DISCLAIMER & TRIGGER WARNING - At her Virginia Beach high school in early 2001, 18-year-old theatre kid Janelle Jepson is a real drama queen, her head in the clouds as she dreams of becoming a famous cinema, TV or theatre actress. Young Janelle often appears on the verge of breaking into song when she gets over-excited, but she does have a secr...
Chapter 15 The Hero's Gift This story is a work of fiction only. Any chance resemblance to actual people or events is purely accidental. Special thanks to DesertPirate for his assitance. When I woke up, I remembered the party and what we'd planned for today. Uncle Dar was going to get Ellen and Nancy signed up with my gymnastics instructor and we were...
"My husband likes my farts," Fatima Al-Saud said haughtily as she walked out of the ladies room, looking at the other young women who stood there, noses wrinkled in disgust as they involuntarily inhaled her toxic fumes. After eating a particularly unpleasant cheese sandwich, the young Saudi Arabian Muslim woman had to go to the ladies room really bad. Her bu...
There were different 'suites' in the Ironwood Mansion, specially designed to my specifications, for enacting my various sexual fantasies in. I was presently on my way to the 'Secretarial Suite' to meet one Candy Apple, a new tryout to become part of my harem of girls. I hadn't seen her yet, but Duke, one of my best Girl Recruiters, had told me she was a knoc...
Ivy was in the kitchen cooking breakfast when Caroline knocked on the door the next morning. She answered it and Caroline walked in holding a brown paper package. She set it down on the table. "This is for you, but wait to open it until after breakfast." She sat down at the table and unbuttoned her blouse, exposing much of her cleavage. She fanned herself....
This is an ongoing story, and likely won't make much sense without reading the previous chapters for context. This story contains themes of BDSM and kink. So if such themes make you uncomfortable then you might want to give this chapter a pass. As always, I urge you to vote, comment, or message me to give me your thoughts. It can only help me in my future...
"Now, Henry, tell me some more about how your wife finds you inadequate in bed," Rosetta pushed, adjusting her enormous rump in her specially designed leather chair. She was very interested in getting deep into the psyche of this client. A very small man, only about 100 lbs, he was slightly intimidated by the African-American amazon with hips nearly as wide...
The boss shifts awkwardly on her chair. BRRRRrrrrruuuuuppp! She sighs in relief. Below her, under her ass, Martin softly shook and cawed, trying desperately to survive breathing in the boss' putrid gas. PRRRrrrrpppp! "MMm, it's good today, isn't it, Martin?" "Mrrumm," I mumbled, in the affirmative. "That's a good boy; you've learned well." She lifts u...