I didn't have a cell phone in the nineties. Even if I did, text messaging wasn't a thing. I had an email account through my university, but plenty of people still weren't using email. And even if they were you didn't always know their account. So I had no way of communicating with Angela. I certainly couldn't call her home phone. She was my aunt's step d...
Angela stepped off the curb and crossed her way over to the park. It was a warm, yet somewhat muggy night, which was uncommon for mid-April. Her long shirt hung widely and low which accentuated the width of her hips, but concealed the pudge of her belly that protruded over and rested on top of her waist. The way everything under her shirt appeared outwardly...
"Oh the weather outside is frightful, but your thighs are so delightful. She has no place to go, let her blow, let her blow, let her blow." I caught a bit of the holiday spirit on the way to the mall and began humming the Christmas song while driving down the highway. Somewhere along the way I changed the words a bit and laughed. Don't I wish! I mean, my...
Chapter Two *** Yesterday had been like a dream and now Shasta wondered if the whole day was really a dream and if it had even happened. Her first thought had been of David. She lay in bed too long reliving some of the delicious details and lost track of the time. She slept in a short nightie but her now alert body grew to desire David just by thinking abo...
Chronicles of Slave Nano No.7: Worshipping the Snow Goddess Author's note: This story deals with themes of domination and submission, mind control, female supremacy and Goddess worship. If you don't get that then you'd probably better not read on any further. This story is based on a real task set by a dungeon mistress. Parts of it reference other character...
There is something very naughty about being a voyeur. Perhaps it is because you're seeing someone doing something very private and personal when they think no one is looking. Maybe that's why the act of masturbation is hushed in the public arena and shunned by so called do-gooders when realistically, everyone does it and since it's done in private then it mu...
Contemplating meeting Jakob Lapp again makes me very apprehensive. As a social worker assigned to monitor his child’s educational process in the town’s school system, my first confrontation with him was anything but pleasurable. He had come into my office to sign paperwork removing his son from school. In my attempts to find out his reasoning for this act...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I had told you about how I had met old Mr. Spandwick and how he had insisted on dressing me up like his granddaughter, Alison, before having his way with me. Pretty hot, right? I thought so too, but it did freak me out a bit... It just wasn't the kind of thing I had ever done befo...
***Author's note - This is the aptly named conclusion to "Caught In Act" *** ***** Cathy got home late, thoughts of her experience with Luke buzzing in her head. She couldn't believe only a few hours ago that she had walked in on her husband Jim with a naked woman riding him. That she saw Jim with the woman all over him, and that the woman saw her, too. Ca...
I just figured out how I got here. How I became addicted to voyeuring. Where I live, sex is a relatively taboo subject. I was quite introverted and never had any luck with girls. I guess the sum of those factors has forced me to vent my horniness in a different way from how most other people do. I'd always look at random girls on the street. As I look pre...