Jayne Dwyer and her partner Kyle Wilson had often talked about their sexual fantasies but they had remained just that. Kyle was a 42-year-old Business Manager. He stood just under six feet tall with dark hair that was showing signs of greying. Jane was younger at 34 years old. She was average height and stayed slim, as Kyle and she were members of a local...
Ariele shopped for weeks looking for the perfect outfit. Heels of black leather boots that rose above her knees almost to her thigh, clicked rhythmically on the light oak floor under her feet, as she made cat liked strides towards Alex. She swings the riding crop up in the air before she stops dead in front of his handsome face.. Looking down at him she sa...
(Note to reader: this story contains no actual sex or masturbation whatsoever, so anyone looking for that should look elsewhere. This is a story about a teenage girl who finds herself in a surreal dreamworld with a (very perverted) mind of its own. She gets (and stays) naked quite a lot. I wrote this because it's one of my favorite erotic scenarios and I hav...
Astrid looked down and saw herself dressed in a long dark red dress. It was quite low cut revealing her luscious cleavage. Her dark brown hair was hanging loose with bouncy curls. Her big brown eyes widened as she saw all these beautiful people going into an elegant looking nightclub. She slowly walked in the building feeling her legs shaking and her stoma...
decided I needed a new start. After packing a few things into an old sports bag, I found myself in a small pub in the backstreets of London. The landlady was a tall, elegant woman with long blonde which flowed over her shoulders and down her cleavage, clearly visible between the white V-neck blouse she was wearing. She was probably in her mid-fifties, but se...
This is a true story down to every detail and to the best of my recollection. Only the names of the characters have been changed to protect the less than innocent. As I walked along a dark, wet street in the blustery Royal City of Edinburgh I could not help thinking how fortunate I was. It was early 1987 and I was a twenty three year old postgraduate studen...
Previously submitted as merely a story (In the Beginning). "Allure" occurred decades ago. Based on letters, poems and journal entries written at the time, this work has been rendered as true to the reality of these moments as possible. The woman of "Allure" has read the whole of and concurs. "That's how I remember it," she said. I had worried time might have...
It is with a sense of disbelief that I take my clothes off. It's like I'm watching someone else do it through my own eyes. I don't want to, not any more, but I'm here and he's left me alone in the room and I don't see what else I can do. I'm taking it a step at a time. Yes, I can put on the clothes I've brought with me in the rucksack. I've come a long...
I grabbed a fistful of hair, my other hand locked around her upper arm. I pushed her into the dark room. The only light that coming through the door from the hallway. "If you wanna play that bitch game baby, I've got you covered, no problem you little shit." With that I spun her firmly to the right, slamming her into the wall. The air gave a "whoosh" sound...
Note: all characters 18 years of age or older. ---- I was literally opening the door when I heard Marty's voice booming behind me. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. No freaking way." I spun around quickly and batted my eyelashes. "What's wrong?" I asked innocently. "Are you kidding me?" he asked. "There is no way in hell that I'm letting you go to school dressed like...