For several years I explored life as Janice. There are so many stories that I'm not sure I could ever tell them all, or even remember everything that happened. My life as Janice changed so dramatically over those first few years. It started with wearing women's clothing for grief comfort and turned into a whirlwind of sexual exploits and adventures. I'm old...
"You can go on back now Ms. Dresden." I wanted to say "thanks a lot you fuckin cunt" but as per usual, being much too nice, I just walked on by and through the dreaded door to hell. It wasn't just that I had been waiting over an hour past the required appointment time; the receptionist had been eyeing me with a mischievous smile during my long wait, as if s...
Fighting tears of frustration, I climbed the bus steps with my oversized backpack and a crumpled hamburger bag. I was embarking on an eight-hour ride from my parents’ Maryland home back to my university in Ohio. The station was closed, I had nearly taken the wrong bus, and I had forgotten to bring my paperback novel. By the time I boarded at the last possibl...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** The water felt delicious. There were few things that Emily loved more than skinny dipping in a mountain stream, especially at night, and the simple pleasure of it drove thoughts of her plight from her mind. She admired the way the moonlight sparkled on the droplets that bea...
It started out as a fairly ordinary day. That is, if you consider it ordinary to find yourself kneeling, collared, on your hands and knees, naked, as your Mistress uses you as a footstool while she reads the paper. I was enjoying the sensation of her bare feet resting on my back, occasionally brushing my buttocks as she crossed her long, shapely legs from...
Bo stretched and grimaced as he sat in rush hour traffic. His right hip and lower back throbbed painfully and he grimaced, shifting to try and find a more comfortable position. He turned off of busy, six lane road onto a side street and searched for the correct street number. Bo had hurt his back the previous week and had been miserable since. His wife had t...
I had known Fox for several years online, we were great friends in the online discussion group we both belonged to, and now I finally had the chance to meet him. I'd flown in to his town in Canada, and he was meeting me upon my arrival. His car had broken down though, so he had to take the bus to meet me, and we'd be taking it back to town again. We clicke...
It was a wild Friday night party, where M. Larre took Camilla, Candice, and a few other Club Ritz strippers. On the first floor of the big house of the party's wealthy host, people were drinking, dancing, and socializing in the usual tame manner; but on the third floor, orgiastic sex and gang-bangs were in every room, where the moans and screams of pleasure...
It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. Chapter Two : The Travellers Rest Inn On that same morning, when many couples throughout the countr...
Having enjoyed the charms of my wife, Judith, only to turn her willingly over to some vigorous swordsmanship by her own husband, Thad, in the back seat of the Bentley parked in their front court, the maddenly naked Cynthia Standall turned her full attentions on me. She took my hand and pulled me through the entrance into their cliffside mansion. She gaily r...