The sows mind had slowed but there was still more than enough to handle simple tasks like resewing and hemming its clothing. The sows pen had French windows that lead into a small secluded rose garden that was now known as the Sow Meadow. It seemed happy. Its hands never stopped moving, fore if they weren't sewing they were massaging the still sore nipples....
From the word go I was interested in older women. No, obsessed would be the better word for it. In those days, of course, that meant just about all women, if you disregarded the giggling, barely pubescent girls who seemed from another planet. No, it wasn't them I was interested in - it was their older sisters and mothers, and the mothers and aunts of my fri...
I had met Jarred in a chat room and we had been on-line for a number of months now, however there was still a great deal of apprehension about me for filling my fantasy of being dressed as a woman and being with another man. I have been dressing for some time and have managed to build a large array of nice things including heels, wigs, dresses, makeup and es...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Some of you will not like the story and that is okay. A few of you will tear it apart with invective ... and not have the courage to sign your name. I still prefer to give you the opportunity to comment but please have the intes...
"Ugh, kitty, come on," Justine groaned as her cat jumped onto her bed, began purring, and adjusted herself, plopping right above Justine's head on her pillow. "Really, Thistle? This is my morning to sleep a little." She glanced over at the clock as it read 8:30. Thistle purred, meowed and laid her head on the pillow. Justine caressed her satiny gray coat and...
Note from the Author I would like to take a moment to thank everyone that has been reading along with Abby's adventures. All of the comments, and private messages, have been really encouraging. Please don't hesitate to comment or send me a mail. I always try and respond to each of them. I am sorry that it has taken so long to get this chapter out, sometim...
The concrete of the tunnel is cold against the exposed skin of my ass, but my short legs barely respond after collapsing upon my meaty cheeks. The tremors in my thighs continue long after I sit down, and I have to concentrate to feel the vibrations of the approaching train in my bones. I know that all I have to do is stand, climb aboard and switch trains at...
Annabelle slammed the hotel door, dropped her suitcase, briefcase and handbag on the bed, and collapsed down beside them. She was shattered. The journey from London to Chicago had been exhausting; she had caught the red eye last night which had had to put down at JFK for four hours with engine trouble, and then, when she got to O'Hare Airport, her credit car...
I wish I did not know what I know. I wish that my life had been different. It's true that I sold my soul to my master, the sorcerer. The erotic mix of sex and magic that he wove his spells around made him impossible for me to resist. I yearned for satisfaction, my fat little body craved the sound fucking and degenerate humiliations that so far only master...
Author's Note: This was originally written as a poem. It's gonna read like a poem. If you don't like poems, I'd pack it up and move on. You're doing your best one-handed handstand trying to fuck the girl with jerky breath because you're mad at me. Stressing your tense muscles all for that glorious scene of me waltzing into your room, stopping dead in my tr...