I lay on my bed in the dark, typing. My husband, via my Apple laptop computer, kept me company. With my hips elevated on three pillows, my thighs spread as comfortably as I could get them, and my rectum practically filled with KY lubricant, I still ached. "This is crazy," I wrote. He came back: "Half an hour. Not a second less." It had been in me now for f...
It's Friday evening and I hear you arrive home from work. After you called to let me know you would be home a little late this evening and to have nothing planned for the whole weekend, I knew something fun and exciting was in store for me. The front door closes and I hear you slide the dead bolt into place. As you make your way down the hallway to the livin...
**WARNING** This story contains race play. Race play is a sub-genre of BDSM where the participants involved willfully use racial epithets during their role play to heighten sexual tension and pleasure. If you feel that race play is something that will offend you then close out of this story immediately. If sheer, morbid curiosity causes you to continue onwa...
When I was in college I would often sleep over at my friend Bill's house. I liked going over there because his mom was very friendly and she always had ideas for fun things to do. Mrs. Nelson was a big, healthy Minnesotan who spoke like they do up there with the weird way they pronounce "o"s like the Canadians. She had a cute face with a turned up nose and s...
Warning: there's a lot going on here, diapers, sissies, interracial sex so if any of those things are an issue you may not like this story. *** Where do I even begin with this story? I don't know why but I feel absolutely compelled to share my recent experiences online and I can only assume it has to do with that horrible hypno-therapist one of my supposed...
Claire reluctantly got in the back of the car. Mark reached over her to buckle her in and then got in the front seat and started the car. He drove them to their favorite diner and they got out of the car. Everything was going fine until Claire needed to go again. Mark had slipped something into her water when she wasn't looking to make her need to go right a...
(For Chloe and her lover. Chloe has asked for me to tell her fantasy and promises to share it with her lover -- someday. If you care, tell Chloe to open herself to her lover, to let her lover change her panties for her -- SplendidSpunk) What can I, a forty something woman with a daughter; a female lover and her two daughters tell anyone about love and life...
After breakfast, Gayle said she would drive me to the doctors office. It was across town but shouldn't take too long to get there. "How did you find this doc?" I queried. "Oh, one of the gals at the gym mentioned her. She is the doctor that got me on the HRT treatment I started recently. I think you will really like her." "Her?" "Yes her. I thought you wo...
Copyright 2009 by Zeta All rights reserved This story may be freely distributed in electronic form but must include this copyright. Crime and Punishment is a work for pure fiction and all locales, names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or living persons is entirely...
. . Chapter III . . Gwendolyn's panicked eyes shifted back and forth, the words the nurse was saying not really making much sense to her. She tugged and strained against her bonds, cursing loudly; she wasn't going to stand for this. Her eyes squeezed tight as she yelled a particularly loud swear word, she felt a sharp, stinging slap on her thigh. She gaspe...