This is a fictional story This is story about a 30 something male, Joe and Tia who is a sexy 18 year old from his neighborhood. Tia is about 5'8" with a 38 D chest. She is an extremely attractive girl of both Latin and European backgrounds, wearing a short tennis dress with white sneakers with Frilly socks. She is a brunette who wears a perm in long sensu...
"So. You little fuck! you don't like my taste in music? Well I'm gonna teach you a lesson you won't forget." Fuck me she's not all there. What she doing? She was pulling on a pair of long P.V.C. Gloves. Where the fuck did that whip come from. WHACK! across the chest. "You." Whack, "Will," Whack, "Do," Whack, "As," Whack, "I," Whack, "Say," WHACK! Fuck me I...
Author's Notes: This story focuses on somewhat naive female robot dominance, boot and glove fetishism and some adventure of a poor chap that's in the wrong place at the wrong side. (You decide) There are four more parts to this story. All together they would be the size of a short novel. This is the first part. Please give any comments or criticisms. If...
Any guy would’ve taken notice. She was on the subway and looked to be in her mid-twenties. Full breasts contoured a red blouse beneath her open jacket. An above-the-knee skirt hugged hips and thighs. Spikes and dark nylons completed the outfit. But it was her legs and shoes that got my attention. And she knew it. In a subtle tease, she moved a foot and dropp...
I felt like a stalker, well I suppose I was in a way. I watched you for weeks, noting times of the day you finish work, when you come out of work during the day, I looked at every aspect of you life. You'd never seen me, and I'd only seen vague pictures of you, we'd made friends on the PC and through texting on our mobiles. For six months I was your Mist...
There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it. — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman I couldn't tell if it was nerves or all the coffee I drank in the coffee shop waiting for my appointment. I sat there still wondering if I should even follow through with this meeting. We had emailed back and forth the last...
Lisa had just got out of the car and boy was she dressed to kill. A short black spandex hot pants with a black bikini top and thigh high 5 inch black boots. She had the outfit on all day for the added effect and now she was going to be dancing in the boots for the next 8 hours. A friend she had talked to on AOL for many months was coming to see her dance and...
I know what's on the menu for tonight, and have everything ready. My blacking kit, a chamois to begin with, whiskey at the bar. You didn't give instructions for anything else, but I took my best guess for attire - a plain black t shirt and white cotton panties. After all, I wouldn't be wearing it long. You arrive, and are greeted exuberantly, with a hug an...
Chapter One – The Perfect Storm Everyone gets to a point in their life when things go out of control. Whether it was random or planned, wanted or feared, the perfect storm had occurred in Cassandra Mumford's life. Her parents had moved to a warmer climate. The boyfriend she shared an apartment with for the past year, up and left her. The temp job that she h...
She stepped right up to me in my personal space, but had a shy smile. As she composed herself to speak, she offered me one of her white gloved hands, but instead of waiting for my hand she simply grasped my penis, as if in a handshake. "I am Katarina. Please call me Kate or Cat." Kate had a thick Russian accent, sounding very different from the robot. I co...