There is a lot of thinking going on. My thoughts race, sometimes contemplating silly details like how there is something tickling my left knee, or wondering if I'll look sexy with your cum in my hair. I worry about pleasing you, wondering if I'm at liberty to lick your balls during a blowjob, or which way you'd prefer me to kneel. Sometimes I'm plain afraid,...
Nesca walked into her English lecture hoping the professor would be as easy going as she was, hoping everything would go well on her first day in college. She was a bit insecure because of her weight and height. She was twenty and "heavyset." Nesca's skin was a smooth chocolaty brown, her breasts large and shapely, her waist perfect for clutching, but a bit...
I never found peeing to be a particularly erotic activity, but one event altered my perception all at once. I was attending graduate school and at this school we had all of our classes during one day each week. It was a long day, going from 8am until 6pm and because of that, you got to know your classmates pretty well compared to other programs I have attend...
It had been two years since Christine Andrews first saw her name on a brass plaque in the New York offices of HNF investments. She had been in charge of a lucrative hedge fund portfolio for some time and, as she predicted when she first got the job, she was almost completely uninterested. Christine had actually made news when she was in college as a financi...
Here, I have a story that almost didn't exist. It started as just... a test of sorts. Without going into exact detail, I was worried about my ability to write. So I intended to just write a scene or two, and maybe only share it with a person or two. Yet, not feeling right just starting in the 'middle' of a scene, I wrote a bit of an intro... one that kept go...
My Boyfriend likes to expose me or perhaps it should be called The exhibitionist in denial by Vanessa Evans All characters involved in any sexual activities in this story were over 18 when the events took place. Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the earlier parts. They will give you the background that will make this part a lot mor...
"So," Alina says to me as she ladles out a helping of raspberry mouse onto a plate, "Jason's coming over tomorrow." "Mhm, uh..." I swallow as she pushes the dessert toward me. "Cool." I stew on this for a few seconds. It's taken me most of twenty-three years to pick up on this, but I have some issues managing my first impressions of things. "Should I clea...
For this sequel to The Domme Club, I am switching the category from BDSM to Loving Wives. Seems that many of the stories in the BDSM category are more hard-core. And this story is about Loving Female Authority. As it is a sequel, the story is best read AFTER reading The Domme Club. Once again, all respectful feedback, as well as voting, is very much appr...
I arrived at Miss Summer house around mid-morning on Saturday. I took a breath and nervously knocked at the door. After a short while I heard the lock turn and Miss Summers opened the door. 'Hello Michael, do come in.' She stepped back and I entered her hallway and waited for her to close the door. 'Come along' she said as she walked past me. I followed h...
Back at The House on Maple Lane Game 31 Saturday and no one showed up at the house on Maple Lane or called. We began wondering if they forgot about us. Maybe around noon Helen called. "Don't eat lunch or go out. We're takin you to lunch. Dress decently." I told Helen we always dress decent but all I got was a laughing woman's voice. It was actually chi...