Fresh snow had softly fallen, dusting everything with its cold beauty, when Kay and I decided to go for a brisk evening walk. It sparkled in the moonlight, like tiny glass shards. Kay's hair glinted in a soft reddish tint and framed her creamy, flushed cheeks and forehead. She looked beautiful in the glow of the moon as we walked along hand in hand. I looked...
My cock felt squeezed to the shithouse inside Sharon's tight pussy. It was so good. I loved her kitchen bench. It was the perfect height to fuck her on. When she was grinding her pussy down onto the benchtop, all I had to do was to slide my hips back and forth, and I'd just glide in and out of her pussy. We'd been fucking for what felt like three and a half...
This is another part of my continuing journey to submission. This is a standalone story but I suggest you read the other parts to understand the people and how we got to this point of the journey. There is piss play in this story. ***** There I was. I was naked and tied down on my back to a narrow padded bench in Berlin. My knees were spread on both sides...
As a man, I liked being tall. At 6'2" I am taller than most and have always enjoyed the perceived benefits. Standing amidst a crowd at a concert and still being able to see the stage, reaching items on the top shelf at the grocery store or the perceived respect of others. Now, as a gurl, what I don't like about being 6'2", is the difficulty finding a man t...
She receives another invitation: You are invited to my home on Friday Evening at 7:30PM. Please wear the following items: sheer thigh high stockings, garter belt, thong, bra, high heels and short cocktail dress. All items must be black. The garter belt, thong, and bra must be a matching set. I will reimburse you if you need to purchase any of these items....
Author's Note: This is a continuation of an entry in the February 2020 750 Word Anthology. I'm keeping within the spirit of the original challenge of writing flash fiction, but without the absolute constraint of 750 words. Nevertheless, this is short. If you're unwilling to engage with story-telling on this basis, please back-click now and find another ta...
My boyfriend, David and I on were on our way back to Australia flying on Swiss International. We were to switch flights at Zurich but had a few hours between flights to play with. We decided to explore the city rather than stay at the airport. We got to the centre of Zurich. It mid Sunday afternoon and all the shops were closed. Apparently the Swiss don't d...
I felt a thrill of anticipation as I rang the doorbell. The house was nice; old, in a big garden, no neighbours nearby. I was dressed as agreed, as if I'd just been to the gym. The door opened, and there he was, wide smile, welcoming; he was in light jeans and a dark blue t-shirt that showed off his lean muscles, and looked very good. She was stunning; sho...
"Today is Sunday," she said, when I had finished. "You will masturbate, under my direction, every Sunday." "Y-Yes, Ma'am," I answered, feeling the excitement beginning to mount in me. A masturbation session was not a fuck, but it was better than nothing. I watched her go to a small chest and unlock it, returning to me with a small key. The key to my penis r...
As the only secretary at the legal firm where I work, my workload was constant and I usually got to finish work on time. That was until a month ago, when a new solicitor joined the company. My workload has increased to the point where I am constantly working back. It is not uncommon for me to finish work well after 5pm. I have even had a few post 10.00pm fin...