*** Story is loosely based on a friend's fantasy. It is a slowburn femdom story; everyone involved is fictional *** "Kathy, you look dashing in this getup," Jules exclaimed while raking her eyes up and down Kathy's body, which was encased in a dress made out of red lace that stopped barely below her lovely butt. Her blond locks draped over her shoulders, bl...
I've always been fond of licking twat. You know that kind of guy. Pretty shy with women, but really enjoying eating them to heaven if he'd get the chance. Few years ago, I met her. I'm married, and she has a teenage son. We're not living in the same town, so we meet quite seldom, maybe once score days. From the very beginning, I licked her and I grew loving...
Why does being forced to be the slave of a woman and drink her urine or lick her feet produce such pleasurable emotions within us? What makes fantasizing over being forced to dress as a girl and provide oral sex for a male friend arouse us to the extents it does? I have had these questions for years and I believe I have found several answers. If you too have...
Scene 1 I couldn't believe I was doing it, even as I followed the tall blonde in the black PVC catsuit to the door with "Private" written over the door in tilting red script. I just went to the sex club to watch, at least that was my plan, but as soon as I saw her demonstrating the proper way to flog a man in a kneeling position, I knew I would be on my kne...
Annabelle smiled at Billy, the nervous young man before her in the living room of her large house in the upscale Boston suburbs. She stood up, slowly peeling off her executive suit, stripping down to just the sheer black nylons she wore, with garter, her trim torso naked, her slightly sagging boobs hanging over her tight belly. Her thighs shone in the dimmi...
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**Chapter 1. Growing up Oh my where to begin, I imagine it is best to start at the beginning (or as close to it as I can remember). I grew up in a relatively medium sized east coast city living what some may call a normal life with two sisters and both my parents. Growing up I was always into sports and when I entered middle school I had begun to focus on b...
Chapter 1: The End of Slavery It had been two months since Debbie had been sold into sexual slavery with Beth, and she was becoming very depressed. She had thought that she wanted to be a full time sexual slave to a dominant woman. And, she now is serving as a pussy eating, sexual slave to her friend, Beth. And, her best friend, Marion, was also serving sim...
Lyssa Grayson's boyfriend, Henry, was a truly fascinating man. Eccentric, some might say, especially in his sexual tastes. She supposed that may have been what attracted her to him, after years of marriage to an utterly boring man, whose tastes in the bedroom were surpassed in staleness only by his job as an accountant, she had been looking for something new...
This is to give a "behind-the-scenes" view of the writing of "Opening Him Up." I apologize it took so long to complete the story, but I thought it was worth it. This essay is more of a rambling to give those that are curious about how and why I wrote this story a look into my real mind. "Opening Him Up" is completely fictional. Some elements were taken and...