Jessica adjusted the tops of her stockings in the mirror over the sink. She wasn't used to wearing such sensual lingerie at work, and to be honest she found all that lace between her cheeks a little uncomfortable, but for the first time in a while, she had a date after work. She smoothed down her short but smart grey skirt, and put her stern work face back o...
Having woken up early in the morning from what felt like a decent nights sleep, the first thing I realised that the crotch was sticky from the nights....private activity. Unfortunately as I slipped out my sheets and started fumbling my clothing off to hide the evidence of my masturbation, I noticed far too late Leanne standing in the doorway. Shyly I smiled...
The following contains themes of forced feminization, reluctance, non-consent, and other adult topics, so before we begin here are the usual disclaimers. This is porn, you must be over 18 to read this. If not, go away and come back when you are old enough. If you are old enough and this style of erotica isn't to your liking, then go find some erotica that is...
Laura Franklin's weekend school was proving so successful that she was now scheduling weekend sessions twice a month. Laura aimed at middle-aged adults who longed to return to the strict discipline they had likely experienced back in their own school days when caning and spanking were common. She had recruited one of her old teachers, Melody Haynes, who was...
While the boys were away in Indianapolis, the girls did play. Both Brenda and Connie did not subscribe to the theory propounded by Fergie of the Black Eyed Peas that for a girl to make love to another girl is akin to cheating on your boyfriend. Instead Brenda and Connie believed that girl-on-girl sex is a good substitute for the real thing i.e. heterosexual...
I The girls started filing in to Ms. Thorndike's classroom at 9:00 a.m. By 9:15 all of the seats were filled and a few of the girls started scouting for any empty chairs they could squeeze in. They were asked to arrange themselves in a semi-circle around two empty high-backed stools. They weren't exactly sure what they were there for. But the title of the...
All are over 18. Read first story for this one to make a little more sense and to get an idea of what I look like. ***** As I tell my stories I will try my best to write my experiences as they happened and as though I haven't experienced them yet to help you, my readers, experience my stories as I have and hopefully persuade you to try some of your own. (S...
Rodney was quaking, in that little change booth, Miss Newbold before him, his socks and moccasins discarded. And his fingers shook as he loosened the buttons on his shirt. He was being made to strip. In front of this sales lady with the long nose, glasses, black dress. He shook as he fumbled. All his funny feelings flooded back. Those secret thoughts abo...
This story is the third part of a trilogy. Read 'Stalker' then 'Lost And Found' first. ***** Strays I became aware of the cat long time before I ever saw him. His presence became obvious when my tomatoes and raspberries stopped disappearing. The first time I saw him he was tackling a large black squirrel that was casing my garden. I rewarded him with a pi...
On October 18th, some time ago, I was born to Chuck and Kaylee Ryder. They named me Illiana, a variation of the poetic name for the ancient city of Troy. It means Trojan. Clearly they had a favourite brand of rubber, and since I was the supposed "miracle baby" (a.k.a., an accident) who came to be when all they were doing was using said rubbers, they thought...