Hi. My name is Israela and I am a female Jewish analytical (Jungian) psychologist. I am married with a Gentile pharmacist named Jane, and as soon as we got married, we joined the NuDistrict, a clothing-optional community. There are no stated gender restrictions, but nearly all the adult inhabitants are women -- cis or trans; male-identified people are "nudg...
My eyes opened and I grabbed my glasses and looked at the clock, it read "3:45." "Fuck" I said to no one. After I looked at the time. I got up and staggered to the bathroom and performed my morning routine. I slipped on a pair of sweat pants, shirt and shoes and left my house and walked my neighborhood. I did my final turn and walked up to my back door hit t...
Dear Reader, I recently discovered a new kink. It involves women being treated like babies and wearing diapers. This story tells the saga of a woman who is lost in grief following a tragic event. She is taken in by neighbors and pampered by the matriarch of the family. It is my first foray into this kind of subject matter and I hope that you will apprecia...
And here we are, chapter 11! Can you believe you've stuck around...well, considering how many positive comments I get from this story of course it makes sense you've stuck around and patiently waited for this new chapter. I think everyone will like this chapter and look forward to your comments. As always, thank you Tigermans for your editing and letting me...
Spots of dappled sunlight streamed through the trees and danced and twirled on the pavement as I waited for her outside the building. She was always late, frantically trying to keep up with her life. Not that I would ever want her life, I snorted to myself. Immediately regretting the thought, I focussed on the distant rush of traffic echoing softly through w...
As I rode my young fuck buddy, each minute we moaned, swore, and profusely sweat more. I had my thighs clamped to his sides while he massaged one of my tits with one hand and tried his best to finger my clit with the other. As his girthy cock reciprocated in my little cunt, made even tighter by the butt plug up my ass, increasingly intense pulses were being...
All companies, businesses, people and places described in this story are fictionalized. This chapter reads like a romance story and there is no sex in it. Thanks to Alwaysready64 for editing, without his help my story would not have ever got out into the ether. This is the last chapter of the story; I do not plan to write more. I hope I tied up all loo...
Rabbit ran, cursing the weight of the girl the entire time. He had to find his way down to the core, and that meant passing the hydroponics facility. The place gave him the creeps, even worse than the floor where the geezer ran the show. Prometheus (or Johnny, Rabbit reminded himself, not willing to credit the bastard with his choice of title) had woken up...
In this story, a mentally-challenged person is taken advantage of. This is completely a work of fiction and means no disrespect to anybody with any kind of disability. I strongly advocate that no person, healthy or otherwise, should ever be taken advantage of. ***** In the 19th century, Mark Baker might have been flogged out of New York as the village idio...
It's a cold Friday evening. Thirty-six year old police officer, Jessica Carson is working the graveyard shift with her new partner John, a twenty-three year old guy called Martin. It's his first night on the job. Jessica has medium length blond hair and green eyes. She is five foot seven, a little over weight but carries it well. Meanwhile a young eighteen...