Chapter 2: Atonement and Purification I The first afternoon's engagement left us exhausted. D giggled at how wobbly her legs felt on the way to the car. Here, outside our playground, there was no evidence of her slutty persona. Her sweetness, the hint of shyness, is endearing. Her self-presentation - post-emo with a penchant for plaid skirts, reminiscent o...
A Note to my Readers: This is a fetish story with extreme sexual themes involving mild scatplay. If you prefer more mainstream content, please do not read further. I have placed this story in the Fetish category and classified it with appropriate tags. While I do appreciate feedback and constructive criticism, (what writer doesn't?) I don't appreciate comm...
The next morning, I'm still grinning ear to ear as I wake up. After 6 years of a stale, lifeless marriage, something had happened last night I never expected. I had discovered a side of Paul I had never known, a dirty, kinky side and I loved it. More to the point, I had discovered a side of myself that had lain dormant, bubbling under the surface, like a gey...
I spent the following day in an air conditioned room listening to someone in a suit go and on about their products, while all the time my mind wondered back to my hotel room, imagining the dirty delights that awaited me there. I so enjoyed my stolen time with my slut, pushing both our boundaries, boundaries that would shock and disgust so called 'normal' peo...
Motown music played softly in the background in a loft in the black suburb of East Cleveland. The midsummer party had just gotten underway there. The partygoers were six black men and seven black women who owned a production company that solely made interracial porn. They had invited eight pre-college black boys and seven pre-college black girls who had bee...
She was thankful it was still spring and not summer, since it meant she had worn a light jacket to his place earlier that evening. Now, she pulled it tighter around her chest, not to ward off the chilly night air, but to cover herself. She was keenly aware that her nipples were still rock hard, and, braless, that they could be seen through the skimpy blouse...
Stop what you're doing. I know all you want is to be treated like the filthy little slut you are. Stop trying to fight it. You spend all day pretending to have thoughts and opinions. Someone needs to put you in your place, and show you what it means to be completely under control. If you're not naked, you should be. Take everything off. Then sit up, kneeli...
This is part two of Nicolle's story when she agreed to get a nipple ring. Nicolle's nipple had just been pierced. Then the owner of the tattoo parlor and his assistant used her. In this part of the gangbang story, Nicolle allows her extremely filthy limits to be pushed beyond anything she's done before. (oral, anal, objects, lesb, humil, bd, rim, piercing, w...
Cassie Stevens could barely recognize the woman in the mirror looking back at her. Not physically, but rather in the sense of not knowing exactly who this 42-year-old wife and mother had become. She had been weak. Cheated on her husband, got caught and blackmailed, and cheated again. Now, not only was she in the midst of a full blown affair with her son's b...
This is a true story by (so I've been told) a drop dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. * James helped me to my feet, as I continued to wipe the globs of cum from my neck and ti...