This diary will chronicle my explorations into my sexuality and explorations of my deepest forbidden desires. Thank you for any feedback, D. Chapter 1. March 27, 2010 I am somewhat confused and frustrated in my sexuality. I am a 28 year-old male and am relatively straight. I do, however, enjoy anal play during masturbation - a fact I have not shared with m...
[Reading my story, "Toilet Training Elizabeth", will provide some useful background for this story. Those who do not wish to read about bodily functions should read no further. All the characters are over 18 years of age.] After her presentation to the Ladies Club on How to Toilet Train Your 25-Year-Old, during which Kendall humiliated her 25-year-old ba...
Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is...
After recovering from our orgasms, Sarah and I set about cleaning things up. We were both still naked and I still had the plug in my ass. "No need to put the enema can away," Sarah told me. "Mary Ellen has an appointment tomorrow morning. Just change the tip." "Mary Ellen Davis?" I asked, very interested. "YUP, she comes in every other Monday for an enema...
She thought she detected subtle hints, but chided herself thinking that her fiancé was the most macho, dominant man she had ever known. They had dated a while before moving in together, two years ago. She thought she knew him, but did she really? The thought lingered with her all day. He called from work. His eight-hour evening shift turned into a double s...
Isabel, the basketball team's trainer—though really just a second-year kinesiology student in charge of player injuries and rehab—tells me to strip naked. We're in the athletics doctor's office, which belongs to Isabel during the basketball season, and I'm standing in front of her in my street clothes, a school t-shirt and black skinny jeans over white jock...
Walking from the elevator I reread the address that I was given last week. I found myself on a row of professional looking offices, and while I could not imagine where I had thought that this practitioner might work, the deep pile carpet of the corridor had a soothing effect on my nerves and spirits. It was a long corridor and at last I came to an oak door w...
Sammie was woken from her deep slumber by the feeling of something pressing into her lungs. Trying not to disturb the comfort of a bed in the morning she moved her lithe hips under her warm duvet and adjusted herself until she felt the pressure on her lungs ease. "Just a few more minutes," she thought but was further brought out of her slumber by the stirr...
Maybe half a quart of soapy water has emptied into my husband's rectum when I adjust the valve to stop the water. I sit next to my husband's head and remove the headphones that have kept him for hearing anything over the last hour and a half. I rub his stomach in a circular motion to help him take the enema. "I know you are scared. Right now you are getting...
Thanks to everyone wrote me feedback for this story, be sure to keep it coming. I probably should have stated in the first chapter that this story is a spin-off of another of my stories, "Mother's Shining Example". It might be helpful to read it first, but not essential. Enjoy. Ch. 2 My thoughts were scattered. I hadn't been given the opportunity to ask ma...