As Bobby dressed me in the morning for work in my anal plug, latex panties with the dildo, thigh high stockings and my obviously altered-to-be-too-short pencil skirt, it felt predictable. Normal. The bra that let my nipples stand out, the tight-fitting button-up dress shirt ... the suit jacket that was never to be buttoned (the buttons on these jackets had...
Author's Note 'Donna's Ultra-High Heels, Book 2' is a continuation of Book 1 and can be read without reading the first book, although it is highly recommend that Book 1 be read first since it would be helpful in understanding the character development of the main players. I tried to make the transition to Book 2 as seamless as possible by briefly summarizi...
SIX Matilda McBride served lunch on the deck of her rough sawn timber-clad home that overlooked the Milton River, only half a mile upstream of the falls that gave the town its name. Easily the most vivacious widow in Milton Falls over the age of fifty, Matilda was dressed in a wildly splashed pink, yellow and green colored shirt and tight jeans that reveal...
What a night, what an experience. I could hardly believe what had happened. I sat there at my desk the following morning replaying the events of last night in my mind. Just thinking about it was giving me a hard on. Even the mental image of my boss licking my cum off his wife's body, even that bizarre spectacle I found a total turn on. My God, he had actuall...
"I didn't expect to see you up before noon." From his slouched position at the cherry oak kitchen table in Jean's leased house, Aidan squinted open one eye and scowled at his friend. He felt like hell. His head was pounding and he had the worst case of cottonmouth in recent memory. Taking in Aidan's disheveled state, Jean laughed good-naturedly. "Too muc...
Author's note I was, and still am, quite confused whether this story belongs here or in non-consent. I have, however, decided to post it under Erotic Coupling based on the overall tone of the story. I hope I made the right decision. The little bit of non-consent that is in the story is nothing too rough. But if that's definitely not your thing then…...
This is going to be the start of my new life, Sandra said to herself as she walked towards the large office building for her first interview in nearly fifteen years. She was beginning to get nervous as she approached the revolving front door. Her husband had died about a year ago, and she felt it was time to get a job and make her own way in the world. She...
My name is Germain Simmons, and I am a zombie. You’d never know, though; my hair never dried up or fell out, and has still maintained its luster and curls the shade of coal despite my death. My skin hasn’t fallen away or rotted either, though I am a few shades lighter than the sun-kissed bronze I once was, I am now the color of cream, though not ashen. My bi...
“He can’t get his puck out of the net,” someone yelled from the back, causing an uproar in the packed room. Benny turned to see a man with wind-burned cheeks, the sure sign of an outdoor worker. He was about 5’6” and built like someone who makes his living in construction, lifting steel beams for his coworkers to put chains under them. But it was not him, th...
I met my old friend Michael Albertson at a party. He asked me if I had published any of my stories on the web as I had told him the last time we met. When I said yes, he told me that if I wanted to write the story about him and his common-law wife Sarah and publish it on the net I was welcome to see him at his place an evening. I went there and here is his s...