Chelsea Stories

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What She doesn't Know can't Hurt Her

by roddymac99 on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

"Hey babe," Matt said, answering his mobile phone as he walked past King's Cross Station in London. "Yeh, fine honey. Just heading back to the hotel." He glanced across to Paul, who was walking beside him and rolled his eyes. "Pretty boring really, just a couple of drinks after work. Me and Paul are just going to grab a drink at the hotel bar, maybe catch th...

Rise of the Roxo Girl

by Egmont0409 on Sep 15, 2017
Romance

CHAPTER 1 Out of work actress Beau Brooke (24) learned what it was like being a battered woman. The guy she'd been living with arrived home drunk late just after 10:00 and reacted angrily when he found his dinner in the trash bin. He pulled Beau out of bed and mauled her. Responding to her screams two men in the next apartment rushed in through the open do...

New Generations

by BenLong on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Kirk: Kirk to Enterprise. Spock: Spock here. Kirk: Captain Spock, damage report. Spock: Admiral, if we go "by the book," like Lieutenant Saavik, hours could seem like days. Kirk: I read you captain. Let's have it. Spock: The situation is grave, Admiral. We won't have main power for six "days". Auxiliary power has temporarily failed. Restoration may be p...

Cuckolding

by danihughes99 on Sep 14, 2017
Loving Wives

A note from the author. I am married to a lovely man. He is considerate and caring, a great father and in most ways he is a wonderful husband. For most of our twenty-seven years of marriage, everything has been fine. Now, though, as I approach my fiftieth birthday, far too quickly incidentally, I and too quickly incidentally, I are changing. I am bored wit...

Virtual Becomes Reality

by PMDlite on Aug 31, 2017
Group Sex

It was a typical day at the customer service counter. Customers seemed to come in waves. Then nothing, then a line. The up and down of the day seemed more tiring than if there had been a constant line. But it was her last day for a few. Pamela was looking forward to a few days of nothing. Well, maybe some video games. She did like the diversion. Always felt...

Joanie: The Epilogue

by JBEdwards on Jul 15, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

This is my 11th and last Joanie story. I hope you have liked them. I'm even older now than I am portrayed in my stories, but the memories are clear as a bell. One does not forget these things easily, if ever. Thank you for having stuck with me and read the stories, if indeed you have. If this is your first Joanie story, you might want to read some of the oth...

Frigid Brigid the Majorette

by donnylaja on Aug 19, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I: Brigid and the Patriot's Day Parade "Thbbb! ... Th-thbb!" He licked his lips and tried again on next group of sixteenth notes, pressing against the mouthpiece that felt like a block of ice no matter how much he blew into it. Even through his full-length wool uniform, and the long underwear, he could feel the frigid wind knifing right through him. It...

Watching the Detectives

by nikkiesilk on Sep 16, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

I live for feedback. ***** 1 Philippa For the umpteenth time I needed to move to get my circulation going again. I tried to stretch my legs but it's not easy in the front seat of my small car. Fuck, I thought as I snagged my tights against something beneath the steering wheel. If that was another pair ruined I would scream. I was parked facing a nondescri...

Summer of '77 Ch. 05

by natalieprendergast on Sep 25, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Adam couldn't help but notice how nice Rachel looked in her leotard. It must have been a new one because he hadn't seen that particular color. The purple tights only drew more attention to the young girl, and her 18-year-old body was shown off quite well. The loose-fitting white top she had on also allowed her big breasts to bounce around a bit, as her bra...

Flames of Necessity Pt. 01

by Sputnik57 on Dec 17, 2017
BDSM

Prudence D'Orvell drew up outside The imposing entrance to Mannerly Hall in her Riley, the navy blue car covered with a fine layer of dust and bird lime, having been parked at the local rail station for the past few weeks, its driver having been on one of her regular jaunts on the boat-train to Europe. Prudence stepped out, a footman maintaining a look of st...