Bridget lay below him dying for him to shove inside of her, all her guilty feelings about cheating flying out the gabled windows of his flat. It had taken what seemed like forever to get here on this mattress. First meeting online and corresponding through sexy emails, then talking on the phone and finally meeting in the flesh. And what flesh it was. She had...
This is the eighth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter III, Interlude V, Cassandra. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest girlfri...
She had red hair, cropped slightly less than shoulder length, a round face and full cheeks with full red lips. Her green eyes sparkled when she smiled. I had not had her as an undergrad, and was fairly new as a graduate student. Fellow graduate students said that she was strict. Legend had it that if you succeeded under her tutelage, you were assured a suc...
Author's Notes: (1) This is meant to be an additional installment of the whole story called "Changes". Reading this chapter alone may not do much for you, unless you are a crossdresser or femdom freak, or both; (2) Being laced into a corset for the first time is a cherished experience for many crossdressers and transvestic fetishists. It can change you in...
For months I wore the corset only on those rare occasions when I had both time to myself and a craving for femininity, but I couldn't help being curious about what it would do to me at other times. On one especially genderless Sunday, I dared to try it. My fear was unfounded. I was not suddenly cursed with bounteous breasts, and yet, as I tightened the lace...
\Her curiosity had always led her into situations that left memorable marks on her life. This past weekend -- was no exception. She had prepared herself mentally, or so she thought she had, for what she was about to experience. She almost backed out for this was so new and different -- the area of BDSM. And, she wondered about all the people she would meet a...
"So Jule, where is this place?" We are driving down the road mid afternoon heading to a class or meeting of some sort that she asked me to come along to. "Just around the corner Kath." "What is this about again, a training class? Or a seminar on sensuality?" "No, not really. Look, like I said before, you'll be observing so, well, it may be a little shoc...
Joe woke up with a raging hard-on. All the teasing and torture from Linda and Lori over the weekend had a lasting impact on him. Even though they had milked cum out of his cock before he went to bed, he was still horny as ever. The milking relieved some of the pressure in his cock and balls, but it added to his horniness. His cock twitched on its own as he...
The clock on the bedside table clicked loudly in the otherwise quiet room. A soft buzz of cicadas outside drifted in through the small gap in the raised window. The room seemed to glow with pink from the afternoon sun. The room hadn't changed much since Rachel had begun her fashion phase in high school. Her closet (and the closet of the guest room) were stu...
This is another in the Karen/Cathy series. Check out the other chapters. CHAPTER 12 In the morning I awoke early and walking into the den, saw Cathy still asleep on the table, her massive tits bound and a puddle on the table between her spread thighs from the melted ice block I'd left in her pussy. I motioned Karen to stand in front of Cathy's dangling he...