Each day as I sit at my desk, shuffling all the papers to make it seem like I actually have an important role in keeping the company going, I steal glimpses at you, my private secretary. You are always dressed so sexily. Classy and sexy. From my vantage point , I can watch you at work, always so professional. What I really love is the way you show off your l...
Author's Note: This story contains FF sex and fisting. Enjoy! ------------------------------------ Kristen followed the path until nightfall when she fell asleep. Hesitant about sleeping in a path, in case a carriage or something should come along, she found a little meadow just before sundown. Thankful that she'd had some time to rest after her gang-bang,...
Waking up like that I think my brain wanted not just more but to place everything that happened to me in an order that I could handle. So deeper into sissyness it was. Playing with my butt plug until I was edging myself and losing myself in it. Abby showed up. Rolled a joint and watched me. "C'mon Nikki, up, let's get you fed and working out." It was h...
In the center of a dark warehouse, five men stood around a table lit by an overhead lamp. Four of the men wore black business suits, the head of an up and coming crime boss in New York with his three bodyguards looking over the goods presented on the table. Across from the table was a man wearing a full body hazmat suit, a representative of Advanced Idea Mec...
Alan had been lying in bed all Sunday afternoon trying to recuperate from the wild and raunchy fuck fest he had last night until the wee hours of the morning with the high school varsity cheerleading squad. By the end of the exclusive party, he had given his last load to the bustiest and most untouchable girl in school right in the face. Unfortunately, he wa...
Goddamn, I hate this. Another ridiculous argument with my girlfriend last night, and here I am in the lingerie section of a department store trying to find some cutesy undergarment to make amends. Don't even ask me what the argument was about, because it's been one long continuous problem about the same crap for the past two months. I keep telling myself tha...
Author's Note: I received several emails from readers requesting more chapters and I appreciate their comments. This is a continuation of "How One Evening Changed my Life." Unfortunately now I wished I had used a different title in the beginning so I changed titles. It is my intention to keep each chapter a stand –alone but if you hadn't read the others, giv...
"So who next, Tim?" The professor stood next to his time machine. I thought for a moment. "Marilyn Chambers." I'd watched her movies on the internet for years. "Hmm." The prof smirked. "Your tastes are decidedly retro." "Hey, you're the one who fucked Cleopatra." "And Catherine the Great. Those rumors about horses were all bullshit. She was-fantastic. A...
This took place in 1966. A time when the fashion called for women too wear girdles, garters, and shiny ultra sheer reinforced heel and toe nylons, spiked heel pumps/mules daily! A time when my fetish for nylons was young and in full bloom! You little pervert! I jumped up, dropped the high heel pump in my hand that I had held over my nose and I turned around...
I love my wife. She is by far out of my league. We have sex. Although not nearly as often as I really want or need. But I live life fairly satisfied, because she unknowingly fulfills my deepest fetishes, which are exceptionally strong... maybe stronger than my need to have actual sex with her. So it works! My fetishes are secrets that no one really knows ab...