"What good is a cock whore if she can't even cum on a cock?!" She lie on the tall grass beside the creek hearing the words of her master over and over. Her long grey cotton kirtle was bunched up around her hips, the bodice splayed open to reveal her creamy white breasts. She pinched and pulled at her nipples as her masters words reverberated in her head. "...
It never happens how you think when you're an eighteen year-old virgin. You imagine the flowing drapes and the passionate romance--that sweet tension in the air that let's you know that everything is going to be purely miraculous. You imagine dancing in formalwear after the Senior Prom, you imagine things involving time, fluidity, and that unique kind of pla...
My Voice You light the candle. You fill your glass and take a hot mouthful. You put the Whiskey bottle on the little night table. You pick up the portable CD player I left for you as a gift. It has a bow on it. You put on the headphones. You press PLAY. My voice begins speaking so softly and so seductively: Now, little girl – are you warmed up? I hope so...
Naama entered the courtyard, just as the younger classes were letting out. She was beyond class as one of the fully fledged. She smiled at the giggles of the youngest just beginning to take instruction in the arts, the knowing, confident looks of those in the middle class who thought they'd learned everything there was to know and the cool, assured looks of...
My name is Sana, I am a Pakistani girl but have spent most of my life in the USA. These days I am studying Medicine in London. This is the first of my many sexual experiences. My family is from Pakistan but we are fairly modernized. From my teens I was allowed to dress in shorts and dresses, on the beach and pool I would wear proper swimwear and my parents...
Author's note: Although I am not allowing public comments, I do appreciate feedback, positive or negative... I just got sick of people who post anonymous comments about how a story violates their moral code. If you like it or have some advice on how to make it better, let me know. ********** Shooting had been intense on the set of Bad Boys II, wearing down...
03 – Lessons I followed Beth downstairs to the living room being careful not to fall in my new marabou heels. It felt odd but enjoyable as my new breast forms were bouncing in my bra. It was also embarrassing walking around as a girl in front of my sister. I liked the security of no one knowing I liked to crossdress when I was alone, but after today, too m...
My name is Stephen Simmons and although it might sound like a cliché, my life until recently was the definition of mundane. Some might feel that having a successful career, married to a beautiful woman, father to a charming, smart young adult and only 36 years young would be the cat's meow. Unfortunately, for me money is not everything and if you could think...
I was an entry level accountant at a bank. The pay wasn't great but it was what I had studied at college and it was a start. To help with expenses I shared the house I rented with Todd, and Trish. Todd was an architect working as a draftsman until he could get something else. Trish was working as a cashier at a local store. We all got along great and the arr...
Jill and Dave had been at their friend's house for a party. It had been a great time and they had had fun. Though not drunk, both were a little tipsy coming home, which luckily was a short drive. They pulled into their driveway and got out of the car and headed in side, laughing about some things that had been said at the party. When they got in, Karen the b...