Chapter 2. Amelia Jane in the Pens Eventually the dreaming ended. I began to awaken slowly. I seemed in a state of semi-paralysis, but my senses, at least, seemed to be working. I smelt mustiness, and dampness, and an unpleasant earthy odour. My limbs felt cold. I could feel something cool and damp against my fingertips and body. I tried to recollect e...
"Of course, I could always just spank your butt," I say, playfully. She looks at me, mingled surprise and shocked delight on her face. "You wish, mister," she says forcefully, poking her fingers into my breastbone. I smile, lazily, at her, looking down at the fingers, then sliding my gaze insolently up to meet her eyes, and seeing her jerk her fingers ba...
I'm German and English is only a second language - so there might be some mistakes. If anyone would like to spell check it I would really appreciate it. Prologue A setting sun was already inking the cosy scenery of a rural, peaceful street with well cared of front gardens in a dark orange when George Anderson finally had reached his home too exhausted and...
When I was younger I was very modest, and quite self-conscious about my body. I hated it when there were situations during school where I was forced to be naked in front of others, when I had to shower with another boy, for example. I even disliked going into changing rooms at public baths. But over the years my feelings about this began to change. I started...
Reading Part 1 will help explain some instances in Part 2 but it's not necessary. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. * I caught my breath after my wonderful experience, as we were all around the table now commenting on my orgasm. I sipped my drink and exclaimed that was the best orgasm I've ever had. It was getting late now and I had...
Chapter Twelve: Chantel's day off. Ohhh, and ahhh as I awake and stretch in my bed. Mmm a blissful sleep where I see the clock and that it's actually 10:00am. At first I freak out a little bit as it normally would be very late for me. But I soon realize Master has allowed me a blissful and free Sunday off. I then get out of bed, my butthole is sore from the...
In an earlier story I told how my wife and I clicked together in high school, went through the usual stages of making out and then to masturbating each other and then to oral sex and then to genital copulation. I guess it worked because we were married for 38 years. And the sex stayed very active the whole time. We both seemed to like oral. She probably had...
"You want to know my first REAL monster?" Christine, the human journalist shifted under the blankets. She was nude, her wide hips snug in the sheets. It was a good sexual marathon with a human woman Tyler had. She had let loose in the bedroom quite well, her throat, her pussy and ass aching to numbness. Lescatian religious suppression surely made them mad...
2:30PM. My usual break time. However, today London has decided that I'm taking my break with her in one of the small private conference rooms on our floor. It seems a long morning of teasing and imagining wore her down and she couldn't take it anymore. We sneak off to the hallway and make sure no one sees us walk towards the same door. London walks in firs...
"I don't have any story! Don't you guys get it?" How shall I describe the scene? Fagged out, Sandra, Susan, and I are slumped, still naked (but hardly focusing on that), on the sofa and in the easy chairs. Both are big, full-breasted girls, Sandra and Susan, mother and daughter-but notably muscle-toned. Now, the long thighs and shaggy bellies are pushed for...