I've always been a proper woman, who always places my napkin in my lap at dinner, says "thank-you" and "you're welcome," and has flawless posture. I always have my long, blonde hair pulled back tightly in a bun, put on little make-up, and wear long, conservative skirts. Those that know me think I'm quiet and shy. My husband even thinks I'm old-fashioned and...
Guys, while reading this story, you ARE NOT allowed to come to it, EVER. Girls, you are always encouraged to pleasure yourself anyway you wish. ***** -Blink Once for Yes, a story by Denny Micum- ------ Chapter 1: ------ _____/\_____/\______/\_____ Beep Beep Beep As you come to, you hear the steady beeping of machines. You try to open your eyes but the...
In the early 21st Century a company had discovered a profound invention; the control of fluid of varying viscosity. The small company, specialising in revolutionary science had found a way to allow fluid to control itself. All the companies' employees were gathered around as the small slime matter worked its way around a table, take on different forms, and a...
I had a night off again after lying to my husband and Allan was planning to take me for dinner in a restaurant on the coast. I dressed out of home in a casual outfit consisting of a decent long skirt and a long sleeved blouse. I changed dress at Allan's home and wore a short tight leather green skirt, a red lycra top and a green leather jacket. I had my blac...
Dear Mistress, I write this letter per your instructions. As you and I have already talked about before, this letter is about my favorite fantasy. However, you already know about my vampire fantasy. So I wanted to tell you about another fantasy. The one with me as the naughty school boy and you as the sexy headmistress. See, I was very bad today. I was ca...
"Honey hurry up the wedding is in a half hour," Frank Richardson said as he banged on the bathroom door. "I don't know what parking will be like at the church so I want to get there as soon as we can," he continued while glancing at the clock. "I will be out in five minutes honey. Why don't you wait for me downstairs," a voice from the bathroom said. "Alrigh...
Mathew Carpenter was eighteen and it showed, his face looked more like a boy's than a man's and his dark blonde beard was about as thin as a layer of polish on a beggar's shoe. His eyes though, shone like two blue diamonds and he had a way about him that spoke of age and experience in a way that made him seem far older and more worldly than many men twice hi...
We use to do this a lot. A short chat online would quickly turn into 'RU free? Wanna meet?' The difference is we were teenagers then. You'd collect me in your car, drive to a secluded carpark and end up with your cock deep in my throat, you'd cum and drop me home. Too young to care about sexual etiquette and rarely giving anything in return. A quick fumble...
My mom was a no-nonsense goal driven person. I was more like my dad, go with the flow and aloof. Mom reconsidered her life goals, habits and way of living several times a year. Dad stuck to trying to eat more greens and saying "yes dear". Their philosophies showed on their bodies. Dad had a typical dad-bod and practical but ill-fitting clothes, oft...
Chapter 3: The Roommate Amy was a math prodigy. At 23, she was already working on the highest levels of theoretical math, the kind that would be used in quantum physics. She loved her work, and it helped distract her from the fact that she was short, slightly overweight, and didn't attract much attention from boys. Her Asian features were the best thing she...