Over the next week, my brain kept exploding a little when I remembered what I had done at Alan's place. It was a huge distraction as the feelings, smells, and tastes flooded back in and pushed everything else out of my mind. I was surprised that while there was a sort of awkwardness about it, I didn't feel conflicted or ashamed or hung up that I'd had sexual...
When the doorbell chimed, I was naked - except for the shoes. I'd put on a pair of heels, expensive Louboutins I keep for inside wear only, for when I wanted to enhance the feeling of femininity and to make me feel sexy. Putting those shoes on and examining the effect in the mirror always makes me feel good. I adore the way the height of the heels exaggerate...
It is not necessary to read the earlier chapters, though it might be interesting. What Am I Doing Here? Ch.16 Because of dirty towels on the bathroom floor??? Awake But where is Harold Her eyes were closed. She didn't want to open them. MaryJane Huffman did not want to get up. Why didn't she want to get up? Fucking Harold was there. That is...
CHAPTER FOUR: DRESS REHEARSAL Story so far: As told in Chapter One ('Setting the Scene'), Sam is a personal trainer to a married couple named Laura and Chris. Her training of them quickly develops from athletic to sexual instruction and soon she moves into their home and begins taking over their lives. In Chapter Two ('Assembling the Cast'), Sam assumes fu...
One of the hardest things that my Master has wanted me to recognize within myself is the way I respond to humiliation play. To say it has been difficult to learn to admit that this type of play turn's me on is probably one of the most understated statements of my life. I am blushing even now thinking of the things in which Master so artfully brings me to my...
Next morning, we were still in bed after ten o'clock. Macie was already an hour late. She finally called and begged off work. "Yeah, Dan, I'm with him. Yeah, Mr. Milkshake." I groaned and buried my face in the pillows. As she talked, Macie traced a slow finger lightly up and down over the crack of my naked ass. "But listen, dude. Listen. How many times hav...
I tell you we're going out to dinner. You ask where but I refuse to answer, instead telling you to take off your clothes. I watch you wriggle out of your jeans, unbutton your blouse and shrug out of it, remove your bra and slide your panties off. I make you wait, naked, while I choose your clothes for the evening. I pay special attention to your lingerie, s...
John has a disgusting fetish. He is excited by exploring and smelling the most unattractive, dirty, discoloured, rough textured, sweaty and usually hidden places of a hairy women's body such as the soles and heels of her feet, in her armpits, around her buttocks between her legs and especially down inside the deepest recesses of her bottom. ---------------...
Copyright 2005. All rights reserved. "What you need is a good shag." Nadine Fellows said as she finished taking a sip of wine from her glass. She looked across the table at the Castle Hotel in Taunton at her friend Natasha Wagstaffe and smiled. "I don't think so." Natasha frowned as she replied causing the end of her nose to screw up slightly. "Well." Na...
It was a dark and stormy night... OK so it's the moldiest cliché in literature. It also happens to be true. A moonless night during the big 86 monsoons down in Tucson. The meteorologists were calling it a 100-year storm. The kind of heavy rainfall that only hits the desert once a century. Lucky me. The streets were flooded, and arroyos and normally dry r...