I squirm in my chair, rubbing my legs together as the wet, warm place between my legs throbs. I am in a Dungeons and Dragons sessions at the end of the table, the dungeon master sitting opposite explaining the layout of the cave to the three other players at the table. The Paladin, the Rogue and the Wizard. I am an elven druid, and the only girl at the table...
This is my first ever story, I hope you enjoy it! Comments and pointers welcome! ***** We were three days into our annual summer holiday, the last two nights had both ended in the usual hot, steamy sex between myself and my beautiful wife. However, we had promised each other we would try something new this year, which brings us to Tuesday morning... I awo...
Being a model for this sculptor had become strange, alarming. Quickly I had been fondled, ordered how to sit, and had clay smeared over my aroused tits. And now I was crouching doggy-style on a cold stone bench being asked to stay there while the sculptor walked across the cold hard concrete behind me. Whenever he walked back to his gear I heard five steps...
"I've finished with the stables." "Thanks, now brush down the horses." "Of course." "Heya, Jim. How's Thunder?" "Elunara is over there, brushing him down now." Ben licked his lips. "The hot little Night Elf?" Jim rolled his eyes. "The same." He shook his head. "She's a pain in the ass, but she does good work. The horses love her." "Pain in the ass?"...
In the manner of Gregory Maguire, who provided us with a version of the childhood standard The Wizard of Oz through the eyes of the "wicked" witch, I have re-written my favorite BDSM story, Both Master and Slave, written by Martin Sharpe (published in 2001 by Silver Moon Books in Great Britain), from the point of view of the submissive, rather than the Maste...
Hey, after being inspired by some fan mail, I decided to toss this story together on a lazy holiday Saturday. Let me know if you want me to write more. Heck, let me know if you want to take something on, so long as you don't add any transsexual on male sex. On that note, let's get to it. * She twitched in her seat as she rode along in her limo, her long,...
Monday afternoon the master and I were on the train heading back home…looking over my shoulder I notice this nice looking young guy sitting not far from us.” “Bitch what are you looking at? “Nothing sir” I reply in a weakened voice “Then keep your eyes where they belong and that’s on me is that understood bitch?” “Yes sir…sir I need to use the restroom...
'Do you think you're special because you're hot?' the divorced, sexist, white and 38-y/o Kent asked in a scornful tone of voice. 'No, sir. I advertise myself for money on my website because sucking and fucking for a price actually cheapens me and I need you to make me feel as worthless as you can - please, sir?' moaned Beth. 'That'll be easy,' Kent gruffl...
Ever since I was little, I always enjoyed dressing up in my sisters' clothes despite being a boy. This may have been because my dad left before I was born and so I had a big female influence due to my 3 elder sisters and my mum. When I was about 11, my sister Alice, 14, and my other sister Izzy, 16, decided to dress me up as a girl using all sorts of make-up...
I want to give a little background on myself before I tell you how I became a whore for black men. My name is Sam and I am 36 years old. I'm 5' 2" with brown hair and hazel eyes. At 100 lbs., I am a very petite girl, I'm married to Joe, and we have an 8 year old daughter. We have been married for eight years now, and this story takes place about two years ag...