Note: This is a long story of how I turned an ordinary girl into the brazen, aggressively bi-sexual slut that every man dreams of having for their own. It takes place in 1998, and is 100% true. NO fiction here! I have put a "poor man's copyright" on this story, so please do not use it without permission. This chapter has a lot of background information, b...
I pulled my jacket a little closer to myself as I walked through the cold winter night on the way over to my girlfriend's house. The wind howled through the leafless branches on the trees above, and I could feel the chill cut through my clothes. "Damn, it's cold," I thought, as I picked up my pace. I was on my way over to say hello to Melissa's friends, wh...
I had finished college. And now working under Wendy and her daughter Stephanie was a dream come true. Working five days a week and then getting some from grandma. What more could i ask for? I started to look forward to the days ahead like an adventure. A dominant grandma who was beginning to understand my nature as a foot fetishist and I got to make dres...
This is a continuation to Friday Night Surprise. "Hi Mike, it's me...Sydney from last night...you left your card with me and I was thinking that we should..." "Get Sweaty?" He said to me, and I could definitely hear a smile on his lips. "Pardon?!" I said, half amused and half shocked. "Get Sweaty. I noticed you had a nice pair of running shoes last nig...
It was the moment of truth; they had chatted online for a little over one week now, but finally, she would get to meet the man she had fallen in love with over the internet. He had kindly offered her a possible job as his care assistant if she thought she could handle working for him, but this was obviously based on the assumption that they hit it off in rea...
I woke up disoriented. I was extremely confused. I wasn't totally awake at the moment. I was still half asleep. The place smelled like raunchy feet. My pole became so stiff, I felt someone gyrating on top of it. A contraction squeezed hard. I felt hot flesh over my 22 year old face. I couldn't see. Sweat dripped over my face. I started to sniff uncontrolla...
I stood outside Salima's apartment feeling more rage flood my bloodstream than I ever thought possible, and I mean that. It's not a joke, a euphemism, or an exaggeration but the literal truth. In that moment I was angrier than I'd ever been in my entire life and this bitch needed to know why. She'd humiliated me in that restaurant. In fact the word humiliati...
Sofia was feeling miserable like the weather. She had arrived in London 6 months earlier from her native Germany to find work. Leaving everything behind, friends, family, a now ex-boyfriend. She was brought up on a farm in the communist east, dreaming of a life over the wall. Now she was in the west, she couldn't help but feel let down with capitalism and se...
In 1959 Brian Macklin was in his mid forties and was making just enough money to get along; his dreams of affluence were ruined when his marriage failed. He used to be a sales executive for an affluent London based firm but all of that came to an end when his wife left him; his father-in-law owned the firm where he worked; say no more. To make matters worse...
PART ONE "H...H..Hi." Sudhir stammered, standing before Priya in front of her house. He bowed down his head slightly and joined his hands, but kept his eyes raised so he could still see her incredibly beautiful face. There was no training oneself for a moment like this. What should one say when they see the Goddess? What is the appropriate greeting? Sudhir...