Cody bit his lip as he looked over towards the shop, a little anxious about their planned endeavour but not wanting to come off as uncool to his friends, "Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked. His friends grinned and laughed, playfully nudging him as they made their way towards the shop as a group, "Aw come on Cody!" one of them jested, "You aren't a...
Sara once again found herself seated in the leather wingback chair of her therapist's waiting room. Only a week had passed since she had snuck out through the back exit, box of gifted sex toys in hand, quite confident that she wouldn't be returning. She had returned, though, and her second visit to the quiet, comfortable waiting room had her feeling more rel...
I get home from work to my NYC apartment and I'm stressed out. Of course I am, I've worked 40 hours this week and it's only Wednesday. I Walk straight to my bed, plop down on the edge of it, grab my bowl from my nightstand, and take my first hit of the day. Deep breath in and as I exhale I can start to feel my day and it's worries falling away. I'm 27, whi...
Chapter one: I'm a retired older gentleman who worked for forty years, most of it in Central California. My next door neighbors for the past 15 years, Don and Jen, moved up to Portland, and their house recently sold. One of the selling points is a small oval shaped swimming pool in the backyard and side deck that abuts up to my fence where Jen used to sunba...
Chapter Two "I hate football." Libby was shivering, even in her oversized matching gold and blue scarf and knit hat and mittens, all with the U of M logo on them. She seemed so small sitting next to him. "You're cold." Henry started taking off his jacket for her, but she stopped him, shaking her head and sliding her body closer, as close as she could, the...
I had decided to take the job offer. Sure, it meant moving, but I was single, had lived alone for the past five years, and didn't have a lot of material possessions. The Benson School For Girls was less a school and more akin to a reformatory for rich female teenagers whose parents were at their wits' end. Think the Rejects School from the movie Toy Soldie...
Hi! Linda here again, continuing where I left off telling the story of how I transitioned from being the "girl next door" into a (sometimes) sex slave. If you haven't read the first part of my little journey please do, because I wrote about the very first feelings of submissiveness that I had... how I liked the missionary position because when I was pinned d...
A special thanks to Vestiphile for assistance in editing this chapter. ***** "You don't have to shout, darling," Said a sultry female voice from between her legs. "I'm right here." "What the fuck?!! It talks now?" Jenna screamed. "Well not completely true. Yes I have possessed your wonderful pussy but know it does not have a mind of its own. I'll eve...
For the next few weeks, Carolyn and Pete talk constantly, planning their next meeting. Carolyn was obsessed with his cock, she couldn't stop thinking about it. She dreamt about it at night and was no longer satisfied with the mascara she had always used to masturbate with before. She was still very tight, unable to force two of her own fingers inside her for...
The ad went out... My urges written down with unsure trepidation. Did I really just post an ad to the world about my deepest darkest secret fantasy?! But I'm straight...I'm not gay?!...am I?! oh what have I done. *PING* With surprise, only 10 minutes later, my computer sprung to life with a waiting email. 'Tomorrow is the day your life changes! call in...