For those who remember me from The Bra Salesman story, I mentioned at the end I had an idea for a sci-fi story. That was three and a half years ago, and I've slowly whittled away at this. If I had unlimited budget and special effects for a porn movie, this is the movie I would love to see. I hope you enjoy it as well. -BR * The stars hung over him like a...
The sun warmed Luciel's flesh as she ran into the cool waters of the river. She dove beneath the glittering surface once the water reached her waist, then resurfaced with a gasp, rubbing the water from her eyes. The chilly water caused her nipples to pebble and raise goose bumps on her skin. Closing her eyes, she let the sunshine warm her face. The heat didn...
We meet in a bar, me, my best sissyboy painslut & you. We are all dressed in everyday office attire; you boys look so professional in your suits. I have on a tight white blouse which strains a little at the buttons, the sheer lace of my bra clearly showing through; a straight black skirt, net stockings & heeled patent black pumps. There are other such groups...
Getting to play with Suzanne the way I did was a dream come true. It was well worth the walk home from the club completely naked and invisible. At least it was summer and the weather was nice. I went back to the club the next morning and got my clothes out of the locker I had left them in. Suzanne wasn't working, although I was still hoping I would see her....
Max did go to the wedding with me, and the next time my wrists sported the telltale indentations of handcuffs - very soon after our first meeting - it was his doing. Six months later we were living in a detached bungalow in the green borders of North London. His elderly grandmother had died and rather than sell her home he decided to refurbish it and move in...
Kathy Porter was feeling a really powerful need -- she very much wanted to get her ass fucked by a big, hard cock. Truth be told, she would have preferred to have that cock plowing into her pussy until she climaxed but she was far too worried about getting pregnant to do that. Her controlling husband, who had gotten religion in a big way just a year ago, was...
(to Janet, forever unrequited; and Sarah, forever unattainable) * I can never explain the how, or why of this, but for as far back as I can remember, I've been captivated by girls inundated with freckles. Not merely a thin scattering across the bridge of the nose, but a dizzying display from head to toe; the more, the better. To this day, when confronted w...
This is the seventh chapter of my wife's fulfillment of the punishment poem I submitted suggesting ways to atone for my inability to control my orgasm. Please read the earlier chapters for the full poem and the humiliations I have been forced to endure because of my failure. I am grateful that my wife loves me enough to exercise the total control over me tha...
Author's Note: This story is dedicated to my friend, muse, and co-conspirator, Just Plain Bob. Without the inspiration of his "Becoming A Slut Wife" series... well, you get the idea. You guys might want to hold your applause 'til the end on this one. Otherwise, you might get the wrong idea.... *** Puppy-dog eyes. Yeah, that's it; puppy-dog eyes. That was...
I had finally moved into the apartment with Jennifer; it had taken a few days to move all of my stuff out and into her place. We had to use A U-Haul truck, and I really had gotten lucky that a friend of mine was willing to help pay for the truck, because otherwise I would have been shit' out of luck. In any case, I was officially' moved into the apartment no...