Wednesday Sheila was wearing a sheer, lace-trimmed black and purple bra that packed her small breasts into a stunning cleavage and making them seem larger than before. Matching long black gloves came up to just below her shoulders and across her shapely hips, completing the set; was a diamante suspender belt holding up glossy, black and purple lace-topped s...
Part 1 I gasp, and then bite my lip to halt an encore. I know she's going slowly on purpose, to torture me. My breasts are small enough that this should have been done a couple of minutes ago. The fact she's barely touched my nipples is further evidence. "Get on with it already, ugg!" I growl. My lover, Lana, is all too amused by my clear frustration. "I'...
*The teen character appearing in this story is eighteen years of age. * Authors Notes: This story is a direct sequel to the BAD M.I.L.F series; perhaps you should read that set of stories before this entry. I'd like to thank all my fans and others who have read and commented on my stories. ***** The toll taken on my body finally caught up with me as my kn...
I was almost thirty years old and I was still a virgin. I hadn't gotten past a kiss with a woman. I was shy, awkward, and very unsure of myself in social situations. I had been shaving my body and dressing in women's clothes since I was a young teenager and on top of everything else I was afraid someone would find out my secret. A few months before my 30th...
The bed was empty, sheets still all mangled as if there had been a wrestling match taking place earlier. Although, given Emma's track record, the wrestling match probably ended just a few hours ago. See, Emma had the reputation of a slut. At the age of 34, her body was absolute perfection. She was thin and toned, due to a commitment to her fitness routine. S...
(Note: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.) Hong Kong, February 2004 Not long after the ominous night of torture, Vanessa managed to return back to her self and to her everyday life which included, as it had before, a considerable amount of attention to everything involving pantyhose. She also started, around that time, to venture o...
The next day was a little cooler, a thin layer of hazy cloud softening the sun's harsh glare. Amber's mind wandered as she sorted through another batch of the old photos. Ben had sent her another photo earlier, a selfie taken on the coast path. He looked tanned and healthy as he grinned into his phone's camera lens, the morning sun shining on his flushed fac...
Author's Note: Everyone in this story is eighteen or older! Stephanie and Arthur Miller watched through the second story window of their posh uptown home as the neighborhood burned down around them. Not literally, but figuratively. The arsonists were burly looking moving men. Their torches and firebombs were the crates and boxes that weighed down the back o...
A number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, this story would not have been told. CHAPTER 9: GRACE AND LISA PERFORM Daniel was exhausted when he retu...
She tapped three times lightly on the doorframe, just loud enough to get his attention. He glanced up from his work and looked at the young woman standing at the door to his office. For a few brief seconds he allowed his eyes to play over her body, appreciating the lovely creature. "You wanted to see me, sir?" "Ah, Ms. Taylor. Yes, come in, come in. Plea...