Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. None of this actually happened. If you feel particularly protective of certain celebrity chefs, you may not want to read it. You have been warned. Note: If you haven't already, read Celebrity Chef Cruise Ch. 01-03, which are prequels to this story. ***** I probably ended up sp...
During Vivian's senior year at the University of Wisconsin, her sexual activity was remarkably low key compared to her previous three years. Instead, she concentrated on completing her senior year on a high note. As a result she ended up with a 4.0 GPA for her senior year, converting a provisional admittance to the University of Chicago law school into an of...
I woke up from my nap about fifteen minutes to five and really needing to piss. I decided to not empty my bladder as I knew I would need some piss later on in the evening. I peed a little bit, then went back to my bedroom and took off my boxers. I slipped into my black garter girdle with eight garter straps. It covered part of my butt better than a garter be...
Note: This story is true, with very little embellishment. It starts at the beginning, and follows my life long sexual tendencies, practices, etc. I hope you find it interesting - I sure did!! * * * * * My earliest recollection of nylons is when I was very young (early 50's). My Aunt Helen, who lived with us, worked as a secretary at a trucking company, and...
As he drove back to the station, Rick's thoughts returned to his most recent conquest. It had really been easy, and he wondered if Nancy Donovan hadn't actually seduced him, instead of the other way around. Could it really have been a coincidence, looking into her bedroom window and seeing her undress? Hmmmm... two hundred twenty-seven.... His mind travelle...
First off let me describe my amazingly erotic submissive wife. Blonde, slender, short (five feet tall), large breasts for such a small woman, nice ass and a slick shaved very moist cunt. We were apart, her in Dallas and me in Houston due to work responsibilities, so I went online to look for some quality help with her training as a proper submissive slut wi...
As I entered your apartment I placed my holdall on the floor, it contained the results of hours and hours of self abuse. There were about 30 to 40 porn magazines that were in a disgusting state - just how I like them. Every magazine had stained pages, some of which had stuck and torn in places and the smell of stale cum could be intoxicating. I had been sp...
Chapter 4 - White Wedding The day I had waited for had finally arrived. As I stood in the front of the church I felt as though the eyes of all these relatives, friends, and assorted guests seemed to be sizing me up. As they looked at me and chatting quietly amongst themselves, this feeling came over me that they all were deciding if I was a suitable match f...
I wanted to give him a special night for his birthday. We had been dating for over two years. Our physical relationship wasn't bland by any means, but there was always room to spice things up. He was really just the second long term boyfriend that I had ever had. My physical experiences grew from a young inexperienced girl into a woman who knew what a man wa...
It's the end of another very long day. As I walk into my house I kick off my heels, reach under my silk blouse and undo the front hook of my lace bra and slither out of it. This is my daily ritual. I love the feel of my naked breasts against my shirt and I can never wait to get home each day for just this sensation. As I walk through the kitchen to get a gla...