He found me on the packed dance floor. I don't know how, it was like he had a sixth sense for where I would be. I tried to ignore him as he sidled up to me, tried to make eye contact with some of the guys dancing in my vicinity, tried but failed. Then I heard his hypnotic, mocking voice in my ear, the thumping dance music suddenly fading to background noise...
I watched as Ken's little red sports car disappeared from view then carried my bag and the notebook he'd given me into the house. As I emptied my bag into a laundry basket, I thought about Ken's offer and decided I needed to tell Daddy about it when I sent him my report on the weekend with him. As I headed toward the stairs I noticed I had a couple message...
Authors note- this story includes non-consensual, rough, and coerced sex. As well as straight and bi-sexual sex, crossdressing, and humiliation. ********** Wendy wore the shortest skirt she owned. A blue, pleated thing that stopped a few inches short of her knees. Underneath she wore red lace panties Ian had bought her for valentines a couple years ago, an...
"Bollocks," I heard myself saying, as the A4 sized folder slipped from my under my arm hand and fell to the floor in the middle of the Starbucks in Greenwich. As I bent down, I quickly looked around, hoping no one had heard me, maybe I had said it under my breath, I rather ambitiously thought. I heard a nice, male voice say. "Hey, let me help." I didn't l...
Kendra Mercer untied the strings of her Missoni bikini and let them fall away from her shoulders, leaving the tiny triangles of fabric perfectly balanced on her firm, perky breasts. She let her body sink into the plush, cushioned lounge chair with an indulgent little sigh. Life was almost perfect. After several years of dating Luke Prescott, the son of one...
Hello! This is my first attempt at Urban Fantasy erotica! Please rate and let me know what you think. ~~~~ I carefully fixed my lipstick in the window of a dark shop before slipping down a dark alley. At the door I withdrew the Emerald dagger from between my breasts and inserted it carefully into the lock. The tumblers inside clicked as they turned into pl...
********** A series of stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! ********** 1 - Monday It really has been one hell of a week and more to come maybe, though I really am not sure how this is all going to work out. An awful lot has happened since last Monday, I...
This is based on a true story. It was told to me by friends and some time swinging partners. The actual detailed descriptions are figments of my imagination. The plot is entirely true. To those of you who choose to comment disparagingly about husbands who allow their wives to have sex with other men I say this. Eat your heart out ... * I have been married...
*** A series of stories with TG themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! *** NB. There was clearly never going to be a Part 2. But ..... *** No, this isn't the story of how I started out as a TV. It's the tale of the end. Of how I hung up my high heels - metaphorically, actually I...
I woke up sweaty and a bit confused. I was also having a bit of trouble breathing. I realized I was still wearing my heavy duty corset. I also realized there was someone snuggled up against me! Suddenly visions of last night's self-bondage session came back to me and I remembered Alex, my neighbor, had spent the night. I had a momentary surge of excitement...