All comments and feedback welcome. * Lucy looked at the bed, the outfit laid out on it. Could she do this? Was it crossing a line? It was her turn but she still wasn't sure. Finally she shook herself out of her reverie and picked up the skirt, getting dressed at last. Dan waited downstairs, nervously awaiting her decision. He'd done what she asked, sleep...
This story is set in the Soviet Union, beginning in the Communist era, when two women tourists decide to ignore the rules on export of restricted items. There are consequences for both, for one humiliating and the other highly inconvenient. The story involves a sequel, when there is a return to scene at a later time. * * * * * Chapter 1 Alone at Last I...
I pulled into the Smith's driveway and took a deep breath as my car came to a complete stop. This had been one of the longest weeks of my life. I've gone much longer than a week without cumming before, but this was a completely new experience. The events of the week before had been playing in my head continuously since the moment I left this house seven days...
Sally was home alone. Her housemates gone to a music festival for the weekend. Leaving on Friday morning to beat the traffic. This meant they were safely out of her way. It's not that she didn't love communal living, she did really love chatting over a cup of tea, but with preferences like hers sometimes it was better to be alone. She'd been trying to give...
For you my Master XXX. Special thanks goes out to Gethelred who guided me in the structure of my Masters and my journal extract. His expertise was generously shared as was his enthusiasm and encouragement. I have learnt much. * One weekend in the journal of a slutpet: Alone, sailing on the ether, panting, dripping, yearning for more.... This is the f...
Disclaimer: All individuals in this story are eighteen or older. This is intended as a work of fiction. The author does not condone sexual acts with non-consenting participants. Please enjoy. Constructive feedback is appreciated. ***** My eyelids were still heavy when I finally woke up. No headache, thank goodness. I figured I was due for one, given how dr...
Of course she could stop this any time she wanted. But why on earth should she? She loved playing with the sow concept, and listening to sow Lauren on the CDs was soothing and erotic. Meantime, Carl was fascinated with her, and she could not believe her luck to have so much attention from her boss, bringing her home of an evening and taking such good care of...
This is a continuation of the story. Chapter 4 had Betty (a widower---see Ch 1 & 2) confronting Douglas and making him acknowledge his love for kink. She begins her tutoring of Douglas and bringing him into the world of constant desire. She drains his balls of all his cum, makes him taste his own seed through snowballing and licking it from her vagina, and s...
I woke up and saw the bright sunlight was coming from the wrong side of my bed. The reason was because it wasn't my bed, or my bedroom. I was also aware of a wonderful hard-on and a hand playing with it. But it wasn't my hand. "About time you woke up and resumed your manly duties," a female voice said next to me. I turned and looked into the large brown eye...
The night rain was blinding in its intensity. Driving water slashed across the windscreen of her Ford Escort, the rapid sweep of the wiper blades proving futile in their attempt to clear the view ahead. The main headlights of her car were swallowed by the darkness and this fact combined with the raging weather was making navigation an almost impossible task....