I feigned interest in the baseball game on the tv as I tried to casually survey the occupants of the dimly lit bar. Coming here tonight had been an impulsive decision. One that I was beginning to regret. But I had been bored at home and was hoping for that one in a million chance of finding an interesting conversation partner. I chewed on the straw of my r...
"Stand facing the bed." His firm tone and steady gaze compelled me to obey. "Rest your hands behind you and close your eyes." Taking hold of my arms, he gently bound them securely behind me and placed an eye mask over my eyes. "Bend over so your forehead touches the bed." As I stood in this position, I strained to hear what he was doing. The deprivat...
This story is fictional and does not depict real life. ***** My name is Kira and I am 18. I am 5'2, with a big ass that men stare at all day long, including my teachers. I developed early so my tits are 36 Cs. I'm slim and oh did I mention? I love sex. I love reading about sex, I love watching it online and I love to touch my little pussy until it cums....
I allowed myself to get into this, wanted it actually. It’s a little late for recanting and second thoughts at this point. Conscious, but not terribly alert I seem to have slipped into the so-called “sub-zone” as the cheap BDSM novels and web-sites call it. I was never terribly sure what that meant, but think I’m starting to get the concept. Allowing someone...
I decided not to release him - not immediately, anyway. I had been afraid of Mark for so long, it felt good to be the one in control for once. That and the sight of his puckered rosebud, clenching and relaxing, dribbling cum, was just so wonderfully slutty. My new-grown cock, proud of its conquest, throbbed impatiently as I replayed in my mind the moment I b...
I was 18 when this happened. I just started dating Cindy then. I met Cindy when I was 13 and she was 15. She is a really hot girl for a 15 year old - she was 5'6, with 36B breasts, 36-24-32 measurements. At that time, Cindy's Mom and My Dad were known to each other at my dad's previous work place. Cindy's Mom has come to our city for an job interview and sta...
I've written this fictional story in a POV style depending on what feedback I receive I may write more like it. I've been chatting to an older man for several ages and finally get up the courage to meet him. I dress up in one of my sexiest outfits and meet him at the appointed time and place. He drives me to a warehouse on an industrial estate before I kn...
I never tried to hide my past from my husband, but I never advertised it either. When our dating started to get serious I felt that I had to do full disclosure. We never really talked about after we got married I had always felt it was better left unsaid. Being a virgin was never an issue. I was still married to my ex-husband when we started dating. After...
Oh, oh...and then there was Laurel and the dreaded triangle. Revised, rewritten, and continued from chapter 02: Her name was Laurel. She definitely had a much better name than Barbara, my name. When I thought of her name, I thought of a field of heather. When I thought of her name, I thought of a crown, a white headpiece, and her standing at the altar next...
I step out onto my patio with the first drink of the day in my hand, a Jack and Coke to get some caffeine in my system and start the warm up for a Saturday night. I watch my black 4-Runner for tell-tale signs of Lisa. She's still curled up half naked in the back under the roll top cover. Been there all day. The sun is as low as my two hanging ferns, so it...