It all happened on a brisk September Friday that I at first thought was going to be another day in my anorexic solitude. But I guess even in the Finnish autumn weather, pessimism reaches sometimes its limits. It was the third day of my liquid fast, and I had felt somehow a bit dizzy right from the morning. Anyhow, I also knew that I had lost weight. After...
They say when you do what you love; you never have to work a day in your life. This was especially true since I was leading my latest client through the woods. She was the farmer's daughter who could be found anywhere in the great northern plains. She had brown hair braided into a neat pony tail and freckles that dotted her otherwise clear face. She had matc...
Agnes was getting more at ease and confident controlling Jake's masturbation. She preferred to think of her actions, even the more risqué ones, as essential even if unpleasant elements in taming and controlling his animal urges. In her mind she often managed to find an ironic appropriateness that she was using those same urges and desires to keep them within...
I didn't believe it was actually going to happen until I was speeding down the runway at Kansas City airport in a plane bound for Cancun. I had been begging my parents to let me go for the past six-months and they finally relented. It was our high school senior trip. You have to understand, my parents are very religious and very strict. This was the first ti...
Ever since I became the proud owner of a driver's license, I loved having the freedom to drive where ever I wanted, all on my own. I especially liked it when my dad sent me on errands for his insurance business. This gave me all the more chances to go out and drive. This story is about my first real sexual experience, which happened when I was eighteen years...
If you're underage or offended by erotic literature, don't read any further. In fact if either of those describes you-get off this website. This work is not available for copy or distribution without permission from the author. * My name is...well name's not important. Call me Ishmael-nah, just kidding. You can call me Nick. But I'm not writing this to...
[This is continuation of the story of Monika in a quest to explore her own self. These are the thoughts of Monika that have been put in words by me] Many marriages in India are arranged. The parents of bride and grooms are helped by friends and relatives in this effort. Once the prospective bride or groom is found then often the astrological references are...
Sorry its been a while getting round to the next chapter. for those of you have sent me feedback I say a big thank you. Marie had been getting herself deeper and deeper into the black submission scene with Michael and had been with 3 guys the night before. Marie didn’t know how long she had slept, she wasn’t even sure where she was, then she remembered Mich...
We grew up in the same street, shared the same interests and dated the same girls. It was natural that Richard and I were best mates and equally natural that I was best man at his wedding. I was an honour to be asked. I really liked his bride. Allison was beautiful, sexy, intelligent and mature with a solid, supportive family background; in short everything...
From her vantage point at the top of the stairs, Stephanie watched the organised calm of the restaurant. To an outsider, it appeared so easy. But to her, it was only that way because she kept an eagle eye on everything. Guests arrived, were taken to their tables, fed and watered and sent on their way. And in everything, they felt like the only people in the...