Chapter Three. The next days were like rudderless ships. He went to work and did what was needed, but there was no passion, no interest. The comments on his peeling nose and burnt ear-rims died down and everything seemed back to normal -- ah well, except for him, of course. He knew he'd been changed and he didn't think he'd ever change back. On the morning...
The mistresses and masters gathered and drank their wine and chatted; we pets had to strip naked in the dark of one of the other rooms of the house and not speak to one another, those of us who were not already gagged, of course. We heard their laughter, apprehensively waiting to be called into the room where our humiliations would begin. As I waited, naked...
I'm an exhibitionist and love to be seen naked by women and especially love to be seen with a hard-on. I've always slept naked since I was in high school and one May day in my early twenties I woke up early with a hard-on, not unusual for me. I went into the back bedroom that we used as an office, turned on the light and began to putter around not even reall...
Debbie DeBubblia was one of a kind. Some thought that it was shameful. Some thought that it was a very good thing and that there should be more young ladies in the world like her. The ones who thought the former were usually the ones who had never had the chance to fuck her. Everybody wanted to fuck her. She had 42DD tits, a twenty-three inch waist, a bubbl...
***Note from the author*** Please note that this is going to be a very long story set over the course of the four years of the characters lives in college. Not every story will have sex in it, so if you're just looking for a quickie, then you should move on to something else. And for those sticking around, thank you and enjoy. I look forward to reading any...
"So I knew it would happen one day, one of the things I had always dreaded most" *** Over a number of years, in fact since my teens I had been very close to my feminine side and allowed it to flourish as a passable and very experienced Transvestite girl with a history in the swinging scene and a lot of friends all be it mostly men. It was one of those cra...
This is just a quick and dirty story inspired by my wife of 20 + years. Don't ask it's a long involved tale for another time. Dom Woolf * Janice slammed out of the corporate office more pissed off than she could ever remember being. She stalked down the warm evening sidewalk every strike of her heels telling those around her to stay clear. Four blocks lat...
The two men sat in easy chairs in the library on that cold autumn afternoon. Each had a snifter of Remy Martin VSOP brandy in hand. They casually sipped it, gazing out beyond the patio to the lawn and a small lake. In the distance were oaks to whose limbs clung the last dying leaves of the season. It was a time for quiet reflection; for remembrance of things...
I sat in the back corner of Zorba’s and drank my third tiny cup of their Greek coffee. My head was no clearer, and I wondered if I should switch to retsina. I poked my lunch with my fork and sighed. “You look like someone stole your teddy bear.” I looked up into the smiling face of a woman with bright blue eyes, a wide, warm smile and thick black hair gath...
Chapter 03 Bernice is ensnared While bent over the sink in a cheap burger bar, a young guy had taken advantage of her. So worked up from what happened with a gang of boys in the forest, she had given in. While she recovered from the orgasm, he wiped his mess from between her legs with an old dish cloth. She had been used, and put in her place as his stupid...