There was a definite sense of finality in the loud 'click' of the lock at the back of the pig's head mask she had placed over my head. She set out my speech options as she unpacked the pig-trotter extensions she was going to place on my arms and legs. Basically, while dressed up like a pig I was allowed to say 'oink' and nothing else. Two 'oinks' meant 'yes...
I was on my lunch-break when I saw them, the most beautiful shoes in the world. They were red, a shade darker than blood, and they captivated my. They were exquisitely shaped, the heels were tall and elegant, then curving down, with the grace of a wave, to the toe. The detail was gorgeous: at first they looked plain red, but as I walked closer to the window...
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The next day thoughts of Corinne littered Noel's mind. Who was this girl, he thought to himself. At a glance he thought her knew exactly what she entailed. Though what happened in the parking lot, proved to be much different. Corinne was like a two way mirror, only one aspect of her shown clearly. The other, hidden in the shadows—but ultimately still there....
Inspired by the song, "My Father" by Judy Collins. Thanks again to my Sweet Inspiration blackrandl1958 for her encouragement, advice, and of course, her editing. ***** My father always promised us that we would live in France. Oh, my sisters and I knew that it was a pipe dream. He was a coal miner in Ohio, and the closest we ever got to Europe was an ann...
To my Dearest Readers, Thank you kindly for your comments. Makes me feel appreciated. It's the reason I write, and the fuel for my drive. Let me soak it all in while I comfort my laptop, hoping she will work with me instead of against me. I'll light a cigarette and turn on some jams, and try to entertain you all. If you haven't read part one of this series,...
[Is this the ultimate plimsoll fetish sex fantasy?] Chapter 6 – I'm going up to the country Emma's work as a ballet teacher running her own dance school meant that she worked long hours and could rarely take more than a couple of days off at any time, so the times when she could spend a few days with her parents on their farm in Wiltshire were very preciou...
I hear the door open below and I smile. You are early or I've taken to long, either way I know I may not have time to finish before you reach the bedroom. "Where are you, Toy?" I don't answer. It will make it worse but I am to far gone. I continue to piston the two fingers in and out of my sopping wet pussy, and rub my engorged clit with my other hand. I am...
Ever since you came out to your mom as transgender, she had always been very supportive. She even agreed to send you to a new school where nobody would know you. However, after you finished transitioning she began to treat you differently. "Are you wearing makeup?" your mom asked one morning as you were about to walk out the door. "No," y...
Warning this is a very explicit BDSM story! * Hi James here again, this is an account of a very unexpected Halloween party that I will never forget. I am a slave master; a BDSM equipment supplier/manufacturer. I will admit to being over 45. I live in a state capital by the ocean. I run a small business making ropes and halyards for sail boats. This wonderf...