My dark chocolate hair hangs, damp and limp, framing my view: the light-colored canvas - "it doesn't show stains as well," they said - green knee pads, and black patent-leather boots. Dewy perspiration beads all over my pale, freckle-flecked skin, mixing with the sauna-heat of Jess' shaved slit resting on the back of my neck. Thick, iron thigh muscles sheath...
6 Days - A Lyrical Short Story of Sexual Frustration Let me start by saying I hate no-masturbating rules. Let me follow that up by saying my Domme knows I hate no-masturbating rules. Today is day 5 of her no-masturbating rule. Day 5 of 6. 5 days. Do you understand how long that is? I don't know if anyone's ever died of sexual frustration before bu...
Pinky checked everything was laid out on the dining table in the correct order, getting dressed was going to be hard enough without struggling to find any parts of the outfit. Her boyfriend Jerry, correction, her Master (she would really have to get used to thinking of him as such) was relaxing in an armchair with a little smile on face. The reason he was s...
My new BootBoy and I had been having a nice conversation about our mutually shared desires and interests, and I had been spinning my wicked web around him by acting out our little boot-loving scenario, starting by simply showing off for him. He had been made to watch as I teased him with this particular pair of shiny white spike heeled boots, the ones I wore...
Two large pink bunny ears and bright white shiny knee high boots were the first things I noticed showing up in the headlights as I drove down a country lane, my mind definitely registered a female shape, pink hot pants and shapely thighs, well it was party season, but I didn't expect to find a hot looking bunny girl in the middle of nowhere. She was even fl...
Ms. Nolwick was my personal narrative professor in college, and she was the sexiest woman I've ever known. My first few days in her class I was disappointed. I was only taking the class to fulfill some bullshit requirements that had nothing to do with my major, but at least the assignments were pretty open-ended, not rigid and annoying like in high school....
Nick, who just turned 18, casually strolled through the hallways of his senior level high school, his pulse racing in preparation for his English Arts class. It wasn't because he had a test; it was because of Ms. Michel and her knee high boots and stockings. He had spent hours of class time observing her feet, listening to the click that her heel made as i...
Every last Friday in the month the Walnut Tree restaurant held women's wrestling matches where I regularly attended with some of my drunken buddies. The format was always the same in that there would be 6 bikini matches followed by any woman in the audience being able to challenge any of the wrestlers they'd just seen, to a bout. There was no money involved,...
Where should I begin?? This is my first post and I am not sure how I should go about it but I feel like sharing some recent events that occurred in the past few months. A little bit about myself. My name is Jenna, I am 40, married with 2 kids. I am 5ft6in tall and weigh 130lbs. Brown hair in a bob haircut and brown eyes. Good curves where they are needed i...
Note: This story is fetish oriented and considers possible future robot human relationships, where shy people can better express themselves. They also learn things about themselves that they did not expect to. I finally "got up the nerve" and filled out the 20 page questionnaire, profiling my preferences for a full service robot companion. It was not uncom...