Sam was a college student when he first began to discover his own specific sexual preferences, during a time when most people his age were exploring their individuality and indulging their youthful desires. He was attending a large well-known university in Southern California, and he was pretty much a typical guy, having been raised in a medium-sized town in...
Miles Springham was to know the lush humiliation of his own confession of adultery, led to the low table by his wife, and made to sign divorce paperwork in admission of his crime against womanhood, the paperwork drawn up by Sadie Venner, who greeted his trembling and seed smeared hand with a triumphant smile, as a pen was passed to it for signature. "All pe...
"The mice will play when the cat is away" is how the saying goes. My wife is out of town for a couple days, and I was going to take full advantage of the opportunity. Like a lot of middle-aged women, she's lost most of her sex drive. That leaves me extra horny. When I can get the house to myself, I need to release as much of my pent-up sexual urges as I ca...
You might want to read the earlier chapters for a bit of context.... On the other hand, you know what you're in for here. I hope you enjoy the kink, baby. ***** Early the next morning I stood in my shower, water cascading over me, a razor in my hand. Things were accelerating rapidly now and I figured I'd go along until I was uncomfortable. After all, I co...
Meredith awoke in the middle of the night. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and pressed the backlight button on her watch: 2:49AM. Given that the canvas of the tent was not illuminated with moonlight, she reasoned that the clearing in which she had pitched the tent was now in the shadow of the mountain's tall peak, or at least the shadow of the nearby tree...
"Murph really likes you, Tom," Bethany said softly while we walked hand-in-hand to her car. "He seems like a very nice guy," I answered. "And he obviously thinks the world of you, too." "He's a good judge of character," Bethany said as we approached her car. "Humble much?" I chided her laughingly. "I meant yours!" she responded with a good-natured punch...
Chapter 3 - Ideal mother You leave the skirt in place, you nod and stop struggling with the clasp. But she's another surprise as she smiles and quickly strips out of her blouse. You're agog. Most boys of your age would jump her but dressed in her floaty skirt with painted nails you feel delightfully submissive. Next as you stand in a state of shock she slip...
Olivia spun around in high heels just to see the petticoat swirl its layers in front of the floor mirror. Unlike the full-out 'sissymaid' one he had the moderate sized petticoat had the ruffles move into a sheerness at the panty-waistline while its length reached only his upper thighs. In the process of readying for the early evenings duties with the stockin...
On my way to their RV, I stopped in the clubhouse and took a very thorough shower in anticipation of what the next hour might bring. All eyes were on me as I boldly walked through the pool area towards the campground. When Jill greeted me at the door of the RV, she looked quite different. She had on black fishnet thigh-high stockings and black patent leather...
My first stab at erotic literature, let me know what you think! Part one of a serialized fantasy journey into sissy faggotry. ***** About ten years ago, I ended a pretty serious, 1-year relationship with a woman I had met while working at a bar. She was this classic beauty: elegant, dirty-blonde hair, thin frame, striking facial features, an amazing ass an...