Melanie looked at herself in the mirror. Her reflection seemed distinctly blah today. There was nothing distinctive about her. Plain face, average body - not fat, not skinny, legs not long and not short, chest there but not much (B-cup breasts). Her straight nearly shoulder-length brown hair completed the anonymous look. "If the government ever wants a spy,...
I stretched and laid my left arm around her body. Her breathing slowed down and a content sigh came over her lips. "Hi there," I whispered, as I moved closer. Her soft hair brushed against my face and I inhaled the flowery scent of her shampoo. "Hello, Master," she whispered back and wiggled against me. Her warm skin helped me relax and I slowly slid...
PREFACE Retired and independently wealthy, 60 year old Stan Berman discovered he had only 12-18 months to live due to a rare neurological syndrome that would sap his strength and motor skills, but the symptoms would not onset for at least a year. The widower's only family was his devoted son Patrick and grandson Michael. A life-long cross dresser, Stan co...
Occasionally I get the urge to see pictures of naked women. I know, huge surprise, right? You can see any number of random pictures across the internet but there is something fantastic about getting one sent to you randomly by someone you don't know. To this end, I will sometimes post an add on Craislist soliciting such photos. Usually I get spam from who kn...
Chapter 01 – Shopping With Red Dear Reader: This story presents adult situations in graphic detail. It is not suitable for anyone under 18 years of age. The characters and situations in this story are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual people, places or events is coincidental. The young women, wrapped in their rain cloaks, hurried through t...
I was in awe. The Congreve's house was so large, and no one I knew had ever been inside. The butler took my name and my jacket and handed it to a girl, younger than I, at the first door on the right. On my way past, I saw several coats in the large closet she was placing mine in. They had a coat-check girl? They must be richer than I had thought! The butler...
I first published this experience a few years ago. I prefer to call them 'experiences' since the term 'story' implies fiction to me. My experiences are based upon my real life. Since I started posting my experiences my writing skills have improved a little. While, I cannot change what actually happened to me, I have added some more detail and corrected some...
**This is Room 4. You may wish to read Room 1, 2 and 3 to follow Jay's experience in the Institution. I welcome feedback and ideas, so feel free to send through.** ---------- David and Jay entered the elevator that connected the apartment back to the main foyer of the Institution. David brought with them the girl who moments before had been fucking hersel...
My penis grew hard beneath my dress. My boss Mr. Peter Bobson, the first Bobson of Bobson, Bobson and Sons stood there in front of me dress in his sexy schoolgirl outfit: Crisp white shirt with tie dangling over his protruding boobs, short tartan skirt, and white, thigh-high stockings held up with garters and black, four inch skinny stiletto heeled Mary Jane...
This is a story about a woman scorned. A not so tall tale about revenge. This is the story involving a pretty girl, college, stereotypes, and sports... this is the revenge of Anna. ***** As Anna put on her lip gloss, red was the color of her choice. Red was also one of the school colors. She showed off her lipstick as she puckered her lips in the mirror. R...