Flash-forward The bondage scene I played with Tip – the linguistic ceremonials of it, the simultaneous denial and desire – came back to me vividly several years later, after the fall of the Tip line. You have to realize that before the attacks began, the top brass at Hayama had us all convinced, company employees and public customers alike, that Tactile Ima...
Author's Note: Enjoy this short fantasy of one of Hollywood's sexiest ladies. If I did a woman . . . she'd be the one. ~ Red * If I did a Woman that was the assignment my boyfriend had given me. I was supposed to write a paper for extra credit. Since I was fucking him and he was my English professor, I pretty much had to do what he said or take an 'F'. I...
I'm new to this, so comments are welcome! I lay on my back on the bed, stroking slowly. I thought of the sexy, unapproachable girls on the beach. I thought of their pert breasts in bikini tops with the nipples showing through (nice effect in the cold seawater). The wet fabric clung to their bottoms, and even showed their pussies if you got the chance to be...
If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world. Second Tale: Deirdre The time of a child's birth on Shelacta is important. Eighteen years to the minute after drawing its first breath the child becomes mature. If a girl, she will have the ability to force males to serve her. If a boy, he will be vulnerable...
Just a short fantasy... The other girls in the office don't see what I see. You know the ones I mean, the young women who still call themselves secretaries as opposed to personal or executive assistants. The ones who want to work for the young, handsome executives or the dashing, successful older ones. The ones who dress in the clingy blouses and tight litt...
After my divorce I lived with my son until he asked me if his friend Carl could move in temporarily. Carl's parents were getting divorced and it was a difficult time for a young man in his early twenties. Carl moved into the spare room, rent free, and mostly it worked fine. I would come in from work and make tea for us all and then wash up whilst the boys p...
It was another long night at work. Apparently there was some event going on, a charity thing. Word had it that there would be a lot of cigar smokers there. Great. A lot of grumpy old men throwing their money at Nicaraguan orphans. Not that I have anything against the orphans. It just means I am going to have my work cut out for me. I had drink detail. Even m...
This one was with a young maid we had working at my maternal uncle's house. Her name was Sandhya. She had started working at my uncle's place right from the young age ; where they brought her up as though their own daughter. She was the same age as me, or a couple months younger to me, so we actually grew up together. I used to visit my uncle's place very fr...
[These two stories have virtually nothing in common but their category, which is why they make a nice contrast -- the darkened play room, the brightly sunlit grass.] Good For One Thing "Men are only good for one thing," I explained to June. The pretty blonde crinkled her brow. "But I thought you were independently wealthy," she said after a moment of thin...
There she stood, eggs in her gorgeous hair (which she'd just washed that morning - why had she thought she needed to loo nice for him?), custard in her top, eggs in her bra and bean in her panties... She couldn't believe that the fantasy she'd had for so long was finally coming true, and was even better than her wildest dreams. Henry was now stood in front...