Part 4 – A Mistress' Surprise As she peered down through the toilet seat at Claudia's immobile face, Mistress Eva began to explain. "I have a little surprise for you Shitlips. Tonight I'm hosting a cocktail party for the scat community. I told them all to eat up and save their shits for my new toilet; that's you in case you were wondering. And just in cas...
I awoke when she shifted slightly, interrupting my dreamy sleep. I must have been asleep for a couple of hours. I don't know when she came to bed, I seem to remember falling asleep alone at about midnight. There she lay, flayed out on her back, white nightshirt barely hiding her beautiful nipples, naked from the waist down, legs slightly open, breathing soft...
DISCLAIMER: This story features a married woman engaging in sexual activities with men who are not her husband. If you don't like this kind of story, you should move on. Leann's Birthday Present Nudes My wife Leann and I have a great marriage and a great sex life. Neither of us are prudes, but nor do we embrace explicitly "out there" things like swinging...
I don't remember the first time I saw Lindsey, but I do remember the first time I noticed her. She was the kind a woman you could walk right past without a glance a hundred times. Average height. Dark, curly hair, that kind of hung down in her face. Round-frame glasses. But one day, I happened to be looking out the window as she was leaving work. At first al...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is NOT an erotic story. *** Catriona Hamsun blinks and screws her eyes tight. Chrissake. It's morning, maybe even afternoon, and the sun is shining through a broken pane of glass up there in the roof - right into her eyes, a Gestapo desk-lamp. She should feel good about this. Isn't sunlight supposed to cheer you up? Catriona is fairly...
When I'm alone and the blackness of night envelops me, I think of her wild, fearful eyes, and the blurry smudge of mascara dripping down her cheeks, soaking into the cloth gag between her lips. I don't want to think of it; in fact, I've tried to suppress it for nearly twenty years, but it reminds me of who I am. It reminds me of where I came from. I've tried...
Foreword from the author: Tigger warning: This mini-chapter contains no sex, but only sexism. I hesitated before writing this chapter, I really did, but one should remember that Shifters used to compete with women for men. They have a superiority complex and think very, very differently from human women. Their view of history, even if it is practically fir...
It had been a long day. Stephen opened the front door and entered his home and paused in the foyer as he dropped his backpack and keys on the table. He cocked his head to the side, a puzzled look on his face. "It's actually quiet!" He mused under his breath, a wry smile playing on his lips. Alex, his fifteen year old usually had the TV on and his stereo bla...
"Nigga check that fucken ride that just pulled in." the black teenager laughed elbowing his friend, his shorts damn near around his knees. "Be a sweet set of wheels to jack." agreed his equally youthful teenage friend checking out the ruby red Mercedes AMG GT Coupe. "That nigga gotta be 200 grand easy." "Fuck the car, check out the bitch driving it!" the f...
Everybody has their first times. For most of my peers, it was with a girlfriend, or just some chick at a party. But for boys like me -- awkward, gawky, cute and complete buffoons -- first times are perhaps even better than a fumble in the back seat of a beat-up car past 11 on a school night. I was a late bloomer. But by the summer of 1990, I had come into m...