After reading the story I wrote about Bike Week, Karrie decided to write her OWN version for me. I figured what the Hell, I should submit it to you all. Let her know what you think. We're on our way to Bike Week in Daytona, but we're broke. You've lost your wallet with all our cash. We've already paid for the hotel so we don't have to worry about a place to...
I'll never forget it. I was on the train from London to a small town in Berkshire. I was 18 and just finishing my A-Levels at boarding school, so I was travelling back on a Sunday evening. It was pretty quiet, only a few people in my carriage, some business men, a few college students chatting and women reading their magazines. I sat myself next to the wind...
I tapped on the window to thank the Instacart delivery girl who had just dropped my groceries at the front door. She said something I couldn't hear, gesticulating towards one of the bags. I put on my black cloth mask and opened the door. "I'll need to see your ID because of the champagne." Caitlin had dark spiky hair and a southern accent and was wearing a...
While in college, my friends had a habit of enjoying after-hours parties at strip clubs. While it was just a way to keep drinking and have fun for them, I became fascinated with the strippers and watching them flirt and pleasure all of the different men-especially the older ones. I hadn't told anyone, but I had a secret fetish for much older men and had slow...
Mary Annabelle Smith is a nice normal girl. She is 27, 5'8", 160lbs, 33B and a firm butt, short curly red hair, green eyes, with a beautiful face and smile. Mary is a nice girl and loves to volunteer at the hospital and other community outreach. Mary was, all and all, the perfect innocent girl. However, Mary has a secret. A dirty secret. She loves having di...
My wife's first Christmas party with her new employers was looming and she was worried. It was fancy dress and the theme was vicars and tarts. She told me she didn't feel too comfortable dressing like a tart in front of people she had barely got to know yet, so I gallantly offered to go as a tart leaving her free to attend dressed as a vicar. That did it, sh...
Here is a recent correspondence I had with a young lady who had read my stories and wanted to humiliate herself by telling me some of the most shameful and embarrassing things about her own private parts: Hey!! I'm a young Indian girl and I would like to share my dirty details with you. You turn me on. I love your stories and loved the idea of being one of...
I've a hell of a story to tell. It's fucking unbelievable. I can hardly believe it now, after what's happened to me, but I can assure you this shit did happen. It's pretty freaky, pretty funny I guess, although for a long time (far too long, friendos) I didn't see nothing funny about it at all. Oh, and it also gets pretty hot which is why I'm passing it onto...
Why do I have these feelings of wanting to be used? Being nothing more than a piece of fuck meat gets me going every time. Especially being used by older men, and women. Now at 41, that meant finding men and women over the age of 55 or so, to use my body, and make me theirs to own. I have tried to suppress these feelings for years, since I was a single mom r...
~~author's note~ Hello everyone im so very excited to publish my first CHYOA book on CHYOA. Seeing as this is my first book I would be ver grateful for any suggestions on how to improve aswell as perhaps adding some more chapters to the story, hope you enjoy! Also if you truly would like to experiance being a bimbo than direct message me... Our story begins...