We lazed off in the living room post lunch, eagerly awaiting Sneha. Shubhi was true to her word. She did not wear a piece of cloth on her amazing frame since declaring her intentions. We fell asleep in snuggled in an embrace. Though our bodies were twisted, the feelings of togetherness parried the discomfort. We woke to the sound of the doorbell ringing. Shu...
Joanne Parr was 26 years of age. She had an obsession with the Barbie doll . She wanted to look like Barbie, as well as dress like her. One day in the office, I was so jealous of her. How dare she wear pretty dresses, when they would look much better on me. I want to be the new Joanne Parr, but I needed help to allow my kinky fantasy to take place. Georgina...
Our story begins in a world much like our own. The United States thrives as a home to many of the world's largest corporations and greatest innovators. The country is full of good consumers, heavily influenced by the media's portrayal of an ideal life and an ideal body. However, this world's media doesn't have quite the same views as our own... and that has...
This is my fetish story, comments and feedback are encouraged. This story, as with all of the stories I have written, is purely fictional. No accounts are to be taken literally, and all characters in this work are fictional also. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. * * * * * I have been obsessed with panties for as long...
Chapter Five: Stolen Plans "Turn off the lights..." Pat murmured softly to herself as she slowly regained consciousness. Her head throbbed, and the world seemed to be entirely composed of the blinding glare of the desert sun. As she shook her head, wincing with the pain caused by the movement, the bright light that had at first filled her field of vision sl...
She sits across the room at a good vantage point; she can see all activity in the bustling atmosphere. Not a person comes or goes without her seeing, and so much the better, because it's that day again. It's time to hunt. Many pass as she pretends to be absorbed in her book. Most of them just aren't right. Too young, far too old. Too swarthy. Too large. Not...
My name is Bob. I'm in my mid-forties with hair already starting to grow bald, and I paunchy mid-riff. I work as an executive for a food packaging company, I have my own home, and I'm happily married to my second wife of ten years, Stella. I am also a cuckold, and I enjoy being one. If there was a photo in the dictionary that introduces that word, my face wo...
I force myself to write this down now; after weeks have passed I desperately pen the lines. Cigarette hangs from puckered lips, held erect when I take a drag, smoke in my eyes, only a little. I procrastinate and press onward, into the still shaken core of breadth, which I became. I am still young and vital, deeply passionate and brooding sometimes. I thrive...
The phone rang: Gordon cursed under his breath as he stood poised, one foot hovering over the warm water in the bath, undecided in what to do. He didn't particularly like talking on the phone and was inclined to ignore it, but as it might be his mother calling from her weekly bridge night out at her friends, he decided he had to answer it. He'd asked her to...
I don't know exactly how it got started, but on one particular Saturday, I found myself in a wager where I bet that my cum-guzzling whore (which she likes to be referred to as) couldn't milk me dry. The wager was pretty humourous - I had bet that she couldn't make me cum three times. If she didn't I forget what the prize was for me, perhaps filling her ass w...