Author's Note: For context I highly recommend reading the first chapter My Name is Slut as well as its prequel A New Experience before reading this chapter if you have not already done so. Thank you for reading my stories and comments are always greatly appreciated. I arrived home from my day at work a little disappointed. When I received the text from m...
Hanna was sitting in the Pierced Boar tavern in the village of Morrovale. She was perched beside her best friend Sharesh, the Rakasta, on one of the tavern's bar stools. Hanna had one of the 'special' stools, which were noticeably taller, to accommodate the halflings' tendency to be three foot in height or less. Her sizable bare feet were propped onto the fi...
Every morning, before her husband and son woke up, Kirsten ran. She slept in her sports bra and running shorts, partly because she'd read in a fitness magazine that it helped motivate athletes to move first thing in the morning, and partly because it helped mask the fact that her husband, Greg, paid little attention to her body anymore. In the winter, she...
The vodka Alessandro and I had shared moments before seemed to be working its magic on me as we descended the stairs to the boisterous common areas of the exquisite palazzo. Though I was still tense to the point of fear about meeting the rest of the family, I felt that certain bravado only alcohol can lend a timorous soul that is until I thought about Azazel...
Author's note: This is the first part in what will be at least a two part story, maybe more depending upon reception and feedback. This one is a little long and will set up the heavy, sex-based second chapter that will be full of lots of cross-dressing and fun debauchery. There's still a lot of sex here, but just you wait. Instead of jumping into it, I wante...
Please note that there are some reluctance themes. Carly moaned softly as the gentle rocking of the boat intruded on her drowsy slumber, and her fingers curled in the sheets. She lay sprawled on the softest of mattresses, her hand nestled beneath her cheek, her limbs free from constriction beneath the clean sheet. Her sky blue eyes fluttered open, and she...
[This story contains bondage, pain, water, mf and polyamorous adventures. Your comments welcome.] "How did meeting Betty go, Pat?" "I like her. There is a small apartment behind the store and I can have it! I need to get a couple things as soon as I can afford it but it is nice already. I start work on Tuesday." "Since this is Monday, we need to get your...
Daniel sat on the 13:15 train to Oyster Creek, sour-faced and miserable. The low, grey clouds, the encroaching cold and the settling gloom all conspired to lend the evening a foreboding look. Not that the rest of the day had gone well. Arriving in Portland International Airport at eleven in the morning had done nothing to clear up the jetlag from his thirtee...
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"Are you excited?" My wife Erin asked me as we got in the car. She was beaming ear to ear. "I guess," I replied apprehensively. Erin backed the silver SUV out of the driveway and we started down the road. "I might be more excited if you would finally tell me where we are going." "No way Bradley." Erin's smile morphed from excited to mischievous. "I told...