(This is a copy of an email i sent to my Sir, he specifically asked me to write him a detailled fantasy, and has since given me permission to share it here. i hope you all enjoy it as much as Sir.) * Dear Sir, Right now I am at work, and have rather sneakily, although not really sneakily at all, bought my laptop in with me so that I can play endless, mind...
Readers: I'm taking the lyrics to a popular country music song and expanding them into a story. Hopefully, I won't offend avid country music lovers by making this song into a sex story. In my defense I'll say this; the original song was implicitly about sexual choices anyways! I have taken the liberty of using some of the song's original 600 words to help se...
My hand darted out to cover her mouth before she could scream. Pulling her backwards into my chest I leaned forward, put my lips to her ear and shushed her quietly. With my nose buried in her shaggy cropped hair I took in a lung full of her simple but pleasing scent. I'd been sent to do a simple mission. Aim a rifle at a target, pull the trigger and get bac...
Additional Notes: This story is dedicated to the curvy, voluptuous women who will always be loved, while I was inspired by a woman in particular, I was also inspired by a song from Isaac Hayes, "The Look of Love", respectively ©1973. However, I dedicate this to the curvaceous, the confident, and the lovely voluptuous women in the world. * Cindy was a carin...
1: How it All Began *This is my first story and contains both a story of my life with elements of fantasy and embellishment. I will not outline where truth stops and fantasy begins for flow. **I've not written before so am open to critique. ***This is a long story, I write this almost as a journal of my experience and it helps me relive the moment. It is...
To live according to one's ruling passions without fear or shame, what greater freedom could there be in all the world? My name is Halima Abdirizak and I'm a young Somali-Canadian woman living in the City of Montreal, Quebec. I was born in the environs of metropolitan Brandon, Manitoba, to Somali immigrant parents. My whole life I've felt like I had a foot i...
Christie Daniels had been Johnny Wagoner's executive assistant, girl Friday and indispensable right arm, for the last five years. It was a good partnership. Johnny was older and knew everybody and all the tricks. He was a good mentor and teacher, and he shared responsibilities and credit fairly. Christie was 15 years younger, a hard worker, a fast learner, l...
A femdom- toiletslave- bdsm story (preface! A Europa Femdom colony story! Background! After the federation's economic collapse and the colony on the planet Europa was just begun, it was discovered that males reaching puberty needed a protein that was only found in the milk and waste products of females at puberty through to menopause. This biological condit...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * First time in public, Frank attends his first cross dressing Valentine's Day party. Frank was online surfing the web, when he stumbled upon a site pertinent to him. He couldn't believe what he was reading. He had no idea such a thing existed. He pushed the button on his computer to print it and to po...
Part II (Melanie) Chapter 1 I awoke on Monday morning to the annoying buzz of my alarm clock. Groggy, and wanting more of the peace I found in sleep, I hit the snooze alarm and rolled over. I tried to catch a few more minutes of sleep, but the events of the previous night came flooding into my head, pushing out the lingering cobwebs of my dreams. Had I dr...