I was finishing my breakfast coffee sitting around the campfire with my friends. I was watching Donna, my girlfriend, clean up after breakfast. She looked spectacular. She was wearing only a lacy white bra and matching panties. She was laughing and joking with all of the guys. I was not too sure where I stood with Donna. I loved her madly and wanted to marr...
Note: This story is the twelfth episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous eleven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend t...
Chapter 6 The late, great Michael Clarke Duncan was small compared to Mr. X "Well, yeah, Mr. X is what he refers to himself as, so I'm not about to ask him for his real name or for an ID just to have sex with you. Anyway, I need you to get over here fifteen minutes ago. He'll be here any minute." "I need a ride, Larry." "A ride? Do I look like your chauf...
She escorted him to the other side of the store and now that he was relaxed enough to take note of the woman who was helping him, he determined that they were both about the same size. She was pretty, much prettier than his wife. He felt better knowing that she could help him pick out the correct sizes he needed without making her think that the clothes were...
I have been personally involved with the aftermath of esophageal surgery and the drainage therapy for healing esophageal damage - it remains medically essential that the patient not speak, whisper, swallow, cough or strain this delicate tissue in any way - for patients with 'wandering hands' the restraints described are prescribed - for vaginal damage, as ex...
My husband smiled and walked over to me. I was a wet mess, covered in two large mens' cum. He must have found me to be extra sexy because he reached his arms around my waist and pulled me towards him and thrust his tongue into my mouth while holding the back of my head in his other hand. It was a sensual kiss. We swirled our tongues together and I bit down...
Note- this is a work of fiction, a wishful dream of what could have been. x Jenna Jameson sat wide eyed on a long couch in a white open mesh knitted cricket sweater. Her red lips were parted and she bit on the end of her thumb nervously. She crossed and uncrossed her jean clad legs as she waited impatiently. The nineteen year old blue eyed blonde with...
I have always seen myself more feminine than most guys I grew up with. Slim and hairless throughout my body, more curvy than muscular. Until my early teens (I am 25 now BTW), being a sissy for me meant not being masculine as other guys both physically and mentally. When i reached my early twenties it turned to me brainwashing myself through sissy hypo vide...
"You will make a hot little sissy in those heels and dress." said a man's deep voice behind me. I was startled. I was shopping alone in a boutique and adult novelty store near my new rented apartment. I had just moved in two weeks ago to be closer to my new college, and, I was picking out a few sexy outfits for crossdressing fun. I turned around to see a t...
Chapter 2 -- Tracy's perspective Warning-this fictional story series includes a cheating wife, interracial sex with black men, and a husband who watches and kind of likes it. If this sort of story is not appealing for you, or is offensive, then no need to waste your time and read on. Tracy hung up the phone after just talking with her husband Sam, feeling...