She became vaguely aware of lying on a bed, and movement. The movement, she began to realize, was due to her being in some sort of traveling mobile home, which was currently traveling. The vehicle hit a bump in the road, and she heard the muffled sound of a woman complaining. This was followed by some laughter, then the drone of the wheels on the road took o...
We've all been part of those conversations where the question is asked, "So what country did your ancestors come from?" Of course we are supposed to say they are from Kenya or Germany, perhaps India or Mexico. The truth is I don't know. I have a wandering spirit that I suspect I got from my ancestors. So I see my past rooted in a handsome man from Spain, a p...
Chapter 1 – the Welcome We rang the bell of the large 3-storey house in the leafy suburb of North London. The 'we' in this story are Jane, my partner of 5 years, Annette, her best pal (and sometimes our partner in threesomes), and I. I am Rick, 35 years old, reasonable-looking and always up for some fun. We'd been invited to this address for a party being t...
Summertime was over and I was in the middle of my first semester at Parkston Junior College. Carrying a full load didn't give me much time to make the trip back and forth from Auntie Em's so with Mom's and my auntie's financial assistance, I was able to rent a small studio apartment just a couple of blocks from the college. Made for some lonesome nights. I...
Twice The Fun... Part One... My Slut had received her orders in the envelope which was always left on the kitchen counter before I left for work. She was to perform whatever was mentioned in this envelope, each day, without question -- either during the day if so asked, or to be ready for me when I get home. Whether it was a new outfit, a specific outfit,...
Deep in the English countryside the little community of Southcombe is a place most tourists, too timid to abandon their satnav and leave the main road, drive past without noticing. Which is very much their loss, for this is an exceptionally pretty town, unspoilt by chain stores and burger bars, whose fortunate residents possess the essentials of modern lif...
I have always known that I am really a girl. At first I just loved their clothes, so much prettier than mine. Then as I got older I started to feel attracted to boys. By the time I was eighteen I was entranced by their muscles and the bloom of their skin moving across their arms, their chests and thighs. I imagined their cocks inside my cunt, thrusting into...
A man is ordered to present his charms to a wealthy woman. "Excuse me Ma'am." "Yes?" Even though he was enormously agitated by the sudden turn of events the strong suppressant still worked efficiently, allowing for only an indistinctly red shade to be visible in his handsome face, noticeable only by the most attentive of aficionados. Only moments ago his...
Kourtney, Mary Grace and Caprice crossed Buttermilk Boulevard over to Scarne Avenue, continuing their months long argument about which store is better-Betsy Johnson's or Ann Taylor? "My mom fucking goes to Ann Taylor." Mary Grace said heatedly. "Why would" "Who's that guy, that's Birdie, right?" Kourtney said, staring. "He's kind of cute, BIG." Kourtney s...
Author's note: All characters in the story are above 18... In India, we do not call the elders, like the mother/father of a friend by their names or even Mr X/ Mrs X... We call them uncles and aunts... Fortunately for Mahesh, who had spent the friday night without any sleep, his plan worked. He told mom his fake story. Mom made a show of objecting that the...