Thank you to Zoe for the inspiration for this story. Thank you to Robert (as always) for your helpful comments. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,...
The more things change, the more they stay the same. That saying ran through Piper's mind as she doodled on the back of a notebook in class, one hand fiddling with her cocks through her shirt. Most of her previous school life was spent doing the same thing. KFI offered more titillating lessons, such as the seminar on masturbation technique and 'how to manage...
The following story is true. The names have been changed to protect the devious. The Friday night party was a staple at our house that occurred nearly every week. It was a phenomenal way for my wife Chloe, I and our friends to blow off some steam from a tough work week. Most of our group are military, most in their early 20s so the parties were loud and hi...
Sarah Dickens sat alone at the table sipping her coffee. Around her mums and their young children went merrily about discussing the holidays and shopping. It was such a foreign concept to her: family. She had grown up in a string of caring and decent, if not permanent, foster homes. Her mum had been a drunken slag, who vacillated between beating and neglecti...
I got dressed up in a miniskirt, thong panties, my pink five inch heels with laces that wrapped around my foot and up around my ankle. There was my usual pink t-shirt to go with it, and I also put on some light makeup consisting of mascara, eye-liner and a very subtle shade of lipstick. It was getting better at putting on makeup, and my troubles with being a...
On Saturday morning, Mr. Smith had me start my day by writing a letter to Nancy. "Dear Nancy," I wrote. "I am sorry for all the trouble I may have caused you with my conflicted emotions. I understand now that the reason I fell in love with you was because you were a woman, because you were the only woman who accepted me as I was. I understand now this was b...
My story begins, for the most part, in the summer of 1996. I was just twenty-one years old at the time and I had managed to hook up with a beautiful older woman. It would not be much of a stretch to say she was a nymphomaniac, but she had a very high sex drive and a desire to explore and experience all sorts of kinks and fetishes. Being young, and this bein...
"I know. Show me one teacher who is as hot as he is." "She's right! Except for miss Bonanza!" It was a joke. Amelie was one of the funny ones. Miss Bonanza on the other hand, was not! She was our class teacher and she looked every bit as strict as she was. We were collectively terrified of her. "By the way, Rachel, what's going on between you and Michael?"...
He watched her like a hawk watches a mouse, predatory and ready to eat her up. Cole pretended that she did not know that he watched her, but she could feel it. The way his eyes traveled down her body hungrily, the goosebumps rose on her skin just thinking about the things he could do to her. For the whole night, they had pretended to not know one another....
Let's start with how I met Ryan. So I won't pretend like I'm known for making the best choices, and through this series you'll most likely come to the same conclusion. Ryan is just one of many, less than admirable, choices on my road to true exploration. Thanks for coming and welcome to chapter one of my hoe phase. So we'll skip over the whole long term r...