You had to know the shop to find it. Not just know the name, or the address, but really know the store by the touch of magic in your soul. Without the grace of magic, the storefront would appear to be nothing but dusty windows and moldering boards. To me, and others like me, it was a worn looking but occupied little store front whose wares were displayed beh...
It was not until I reached my thirties that I, Miriam, began to toy with the idea of pain play in my sexual fantasies. I glimpsed something in myself the time I bit my Paul's neck and then his dick. It started out as a playful bite, gentle almost. He whispered a sigh, and well, his eyes, they seemed to be begging for more. My grip on him tightened and my bit...
I'm a real looker. And I'm smart. It probably makes me a bit of a snob, though I try to be nice. I may not stop traffic, but I'll slow it down. I went to college and majored in Biology. Now, it doesn't take long in the halls of Biology to realize you're the best looking girl there. The Wicked Witch of the East would probably place in the top 5 in attractiv...
My wife and I had married fairly young, especially for her since I am almost 5 years older than she is. She was merely weeks out of her teens when we wed, and for a long time her modesty was at times a challenge. She was too timid to undress in front of me in the light, and sex was always in complete darkness. Over the months and a few years she began to loo...
A Sheryl Kuntz story My first major crush was on a junior high school teacher of mine. Mr. MacPherson. We used to call him "Mr. Mac." He was hot all right-most of the girls in my classes had a crush on him. He had thick, blond hair and a slightly brooding air. A tall, muscled man-he taught Math, English and Phys Ed. He must have just graduated from the te...
It was a slow Wednesday night – Thursday morning at the generic little 24 hour roadside coffee shop just outside of Winslow, AZ. I was sitting in a back corner booth, my preferred spot when I'm on the road and working on another writing assignment while in a public place. With a deadline looming, I took advantage of any opportunity to jot some more words whe...
Winter blew a hard breeze into the foyer as she paused in the open doorway, appraising the men in the room, artfully flaunting her seductiveness. She turned slightly to shut the door, and an usher in a tux appeared at her side. “Let me get the door for you, ma’am, and may I take your coat?” She smiled, removed the wool cloak and handed it to him. This holida...
Thomasina: a Story of Transformation, Chapter 3 by frillypanty 3. Saturday girls As indicated in the earlier chapters, this is a fictionalised autobiographical story. As a teen-ager, my older sister and a female cousin (not a second older sister) discovered my addiction to cross dressing and compelled ... encouraged ... assisted me (I didn't need much comp...
It was a warm summer day, a 3 days before the start of the 1st semester. Joey was pacing around his room trying to remember things that he might have missed while packing. He looked around his room and remembered the summers he had spent there and the secrets it knew. He knew that he would miss his room, his family, his friends and especially the older women...
Sharon’s recollection of her rape and that of Sweetness by the Buggery soldiers was confused and painful. She had never known that sex could be so horrible, and she was sure she’d known horrible sex before. Even non-consensual, when the bloke in the car park who she’d been avoiding all night had fucked her in that brutal way. But that was almost fun compared...