1. Becoming a lesbian sissy slut I was eighteen years old when I became a girl. Or rather: When I was turned into a submissive lesbian sissy slut by my High School teacher, Miss Johnstone. She was an imposing woman, in her late fifties, tall and with short cropped grey hair. She had piercing green eyes and a well-trained body that she kept in shape by regul...
I suppose it's natural for all mothers to worry how their children will cope at university - mine was no exception. Even though I'd always been a very independent child, Mum somehow doubted my ability to survive in one of the most civilised cities in England. She was convinced I'd starve, freeze or otherwise blunder my way into catastrophe within a week of a...
I was very close to coming but I was determined not to. The fact that Shafiq, an eighteen year old pupil in our school, had watched me porking my girlfriend's pooper minutes earlier only served to make me even hornier. I pulled my rock-hard erection out of Emma's fudge-tunnel and dropped to my knees behind her. Her hairy shit-ring gaped invitingly and I bega...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. Chapter 16: Partings, Panties and Punch-ups I need not have worried about creating a cover story for Emma as it turned out that she thought that I had left early for work and had not even realised that I had n...
The half-filled cup of hot coffee went straight off the dashboard and upside-down into Jerry's lap. Lynn squealed in dismay – she'd just been reaching for the cup as she parked the university car in the motel lot late in the afternoon, post-meetings. Hitting a pothole at that precise instant didn't help. Part of her task was to squire him about the unfamil...
Chapter 14 And Night When Mandy returned from the bath-room the sight of Ros calmly relaxing in her unusual face-mask brought on a brief fit of the giggles, then turning to me, said. 'she's marvellous, isn't she.' 'In more ways than one.' I agreed. 'I'm so glad you gave me the opportunity to get to know her, I don't just mean sexually, but as a person t...
"Oh, that's so romantic! Such a sweet present!" Amy's mum gushed. She put an arm around me and squeezed me against herself. I'd been agonising about what to get my girlfriend for her nineteenth birthday. I wanted to surprise Amy, but had I asked her, I was certain that she'd say that all she wanted was to spend the weekend alone with me, something we'd been...
====================== Girlfriend decisions and campfire fun ====================== With my latest good deed out of the way, I decided to deal with some of my personal camp issues. I put my poncho back on, grabbed my blanket and headed for the drying shelter. Nobody seemed to mind when I moved a few things around, so I could hang up my blanket under cove...
The van Sietter Bride Who Brought Happiness in Her Pocket Part 2 of 3 (Not much sex in this bit) She was pretty. The daughter of the el Shostas was a plump curving creature with golden hair dressed simply on her head. She had a sweetly full bosom, a tidy curve into her waist and then an appealing curve out round her hips. She probably had a good fresh...
Foreword Hello readers, sorry to delay the storytelling, this is just a short note about why I wrote this story. If you page down to the Prologue now, you won't miss any of the story. The creator of Sherlock Holmes – Arthur Conan Doyle – is possibly the world's most famous author of short stories, and these days erotica is the literary genre now most commo...