This story is a complete fantasy and has no association with real life whatsoever. No one is under the age of 20 and there is no physical hurt or pain. ***** I was in my first year at Teachers Training College and I was volunteering for everything to impress the Head even if I didn't like it. That was how I found myself playing hockey against a neighbourin...
I think I'm in trouble. Cindy told me I had to do some chores while she was at work, but I forgot all about it and she's walking through the door. There was something about a bag of washing but I can't remember and she's furious. She looks so sexy in her smart top, her white stockings and little black pleated skirt and I know what I want to do but her face s...
A few years back, I made friends with a bloke who used the same snooker club as me. We got talking one day, about different things and it came out about my photography and that I dabbled in most aspects. He said that his girlfriend was a bit of an exhibitionist, liked to be photographed and wanted to try out a lot of things. I said I'd meet up with her, chec...
Foreplay: Anyone who has read my stories will know that there's usually a liberal helping of panty sniffing within. I suppose we all have our little vices. Here's a story totally devoted to my favourite pastime ;) ***** They say confession is good for the soul. I've had a good life, and having two younger sisters around as I grew up I can't remember a tim...
This is the next chapter about my first year in college. It is based on my diary from almost 20 years ago. It obviously involves interracial sex so if this offends you, please do not read further. If you like my story, you can read my earlier chapters to get a better understanding of the events unfolding. * I didn't hear from Mark or Brian for the next few...
It's the feel, I think, more than the appearance. Yes I'm interested in how they look, but I am more interested in the touch. Sure, the cut, the style, how much is covered and how much is revealed are important, but nowhere near as much as the sensations I receive. I get so aroused by simply holding the garment in my hands that sometimes it's nearly impossib...
I saw him first at the checkout where I worked. He was old, well old for me but hansom, rugged, rough looking with slightly grey hair but he notice me. For the first time someone notice me and the fact he might have just wanted sex with a young woman didn't bother me because he noticed me. I smiled at him nervously as I scanned his products through the till...
Bruce panted in a mixture of fear, disbelief, and anticipation, his balls and anus tingling as he was gently tugged by the leash up the stairs; the beautiful mature form of the woman before him keeping his cock rock hard. Wicked smiles from passing madams and clients alike fell on the couple, but Bruce was oblivious to everything else but his superbly domina...
As I grew older, I discovered ways of seeing more and more panties, even bras. I discovered slips, mostly half slips and camisoles. I also discovered what they can smell like after they have been worn. Yes, I know that the gusset of the panties themselves have her juices on them, but I'm also talking about the perfumes. The deodorants. You could smell it on...
The following morning, Miranda smiled with content as Clarissa and the ladies led her into a plush lounge which looked out onto a larger room through a two way mirror. There, on a bed at it's centre, lay the trussed and naked form of Lee Baker. Clarissa had her recline on a soft leather sofa while the redheaded Mimi brought a hooded male in on a leash, havin...