***** indicates a switch in the Point of View between Taylor and Xavier. My name is Taylor, and I'm on my way to meet my new sub. We met online, and after a few chats, I deemed him worthy of meeting in person. He sounds like a real dork, but luckily I like dorks. I love that look of innocence they have, the awkward glances at my lovely ass and breasts. An...
BEEP! BEEP! I rolled over and pulled out my phone. 6:45am. Monday, October 5th. I was surprised, I had already received a message from "M T" at 6:30am. Good morning my sweet Aurora. When you read this you can jack off. But when you do, record it and send it to me. I immediately woke up. I threw off my covers and hurried to my desk. When my camera was set...
It’s morning, not particularly early, but overcast; if you are the romantic sort, or the depressive sort, or some easy combination of both, it gives the distinct impression of faded photographs. Those gray skies. It’s like the whole of the earth is encased inside of a slate chest that just had the lid shut; it’s foreboding and draining. It saps the strength...
After completing "The Diary of Jewel Delacroix" I was approached via E-mail by Rachael Ricci Swede and asked if I would consider writing a story idea she had. After a few emails I was intrigued by her idea and agreed to write it. This is an original story by Barbara Jean Goodhead. Written in collaboration with Ideas and Plot Points by Rachael Ricci Swede....
Disclaimer This is a work of fantasy, involving nudity and consensual spanking. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, or incidents is a coincidence. If you are under the age of 18 or this concept offends you, please read no further. This work may be freely copied providing this notice remains intact. * "Hurry up, we'll be late for practice!" Marsha's...
Peewee was extremely horny. He was a virgin, but was very ready for his first sexual experience. Unbeknownst to his friends, Peewee was very curious about gay sex. It had started innocently enough, with him watching his classmates strip for gym and enjoying the many different styles and colors of underwear. Peewee especially enjoyed the trim and full cut box...
[Note: This is a follow-up to "The Desk". Read that first if you haven't done so already.] 1 Chloe walked nervously up the garden path. It was a detached house on the edge of town, in one of the nicer suburbs. Despite the sunshine, she was glad of the long coat which kept away the breeze that whistled through the trees. And, of course, it also was glad th...
It started out as a friendly wager. I didn't know anything about women's soccer but I liked to egg her on as if I knew more about it than she did. She was obviously much more knowledgeable about the subject than I ever would be since she played soccer her whole life and watched the pro's on tv. "Megan Rapinoe is a scrub." I said. "Are you high?!" She ex...
Author's Note: This story is based on a true story. I wanted to build the background for the story in this installment. Feel free to comment and give me feedback. Would love to hear from the readers. * I have always had a foot fetish. Even as a young boy, when the weather started to turn warm in New England, I would become excited as I knew that soon wome...
Gritting my teeth in irritation, the blank Word document in front of me stared back. The blinking cursor almost seemed to mock me, the lone presence amongst the sea of white that was my unfinished history report. Glancing at the clock on my desk, 8:15pm blinked into existence. There were only hours to finish this stupid paper that was 25% of my final grade....