NB: Throughout this story, Sophie's speech is written phonetically with a strong Glaswegian accent- for the full earthy experience of a Scottish woman, try to imagine it spoken out loud as you are reading. I guarantee it will make it a whole lot better. Also, those of you who are eagle-eyed will notice that there are variant spellings of 'you' in her dialogu...
Robin opened the text message and read it. "Meet me at Cherry Blossom's at nine o'clock. Wear something hot, Bitch! And don't forget your jewelry! N" Feeling a thrill run through her body, she knew tonight was going to be special. N had promised her a treat for her birthday, and she could hardly wait to see what was in store. Long ago, voluptuous, sexy, b...
Hola peeps. As with all of my stories my characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows? Anyways, here is the story of a couple of supernatural creatures living discreetly among humans. ~ Jack Friday grew up wanting to be a male porn star. He had an insatiable libido and the ability to achieve and maint...
There are few pleasures in life greater than watching your wife's face as she's fucked by another man. Justine was laying on her side as our newest partner, Patrick, was fucking her from behind. Her body shook slightly each time he thrust into her. With each thrust there was a little gasp of pleasure from her lips. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her...
This story celebrates the joy of sex as it is experienced by a bisexual leatherman. The protagonist is a pansexual version of a Tom of Finland hero, a man who likes to wear boots and leather breeches when he fucks. In Part One he has been hanging out with the leatherboys, resulting in some very satisfying orgasms. In Part Two he is going to try his luck with...
It was late afternoon in the fall. I decided to head to a tiny brew pub that was just a few blocks up from the pier. I needed a quick beer, and this was an area that I used to know pretty well when I lived around here. I had driven by the place several times, but had never gone in. Though I only had a few minutes, today seemed like a good time to check it...
- well my dear. We should get dressed and get going. And then to us - You two. Chauffeur uniform. Slave. Just as you are. - And boy, go get the cage in the back of the truck. Tamara and I dashed to our rooms to get into our Chauffeur uniforms. Something we could be seen in the outside world. For me it was shiny black shoes, pressed and tight dress slack...
We were released from our binds on Monday morning and went immediately into the morning routine. In the afternoon, Tamara met Tiffany at the front door as usual. Another week of travel for Anthony and another week of exploration for Tiffany. She removed her dress without a thought. Or more accurately thinking that this is what has to happen when I arrive....
It was the day after my first experience as a submissive to Mrs. Clark and I couldn't keep my mind on any of my classes. Fortunately none of the classes I had that day were very demanding. I was sitting in my last class of the day, Film Appreciation and we were watching Star Wars. Like most people I have seen the movie about a hundred times so I could afford...
The Playpen CH01 Let the Games Begin A/N: Fair warning: This story contains a lot of anal sex. I know the definition of futa is disputed among some people, so I'll just say futa here is defined as girls with tits, cock, balls, and NO pussy. If that bothers you, don't read the story (or imagine that they have pussies anyway). Enjoy the story! -------------...