Hello everyone Nikki here again. Well after my first NIP experience I knew that it was my first but would not be my last time. However a bit more thought would go into my next adventure. I am slowly but surely working up my nerve to have a real public adventure. I do need to get myself into a situation so I have not choice but to follow through. I hope you...
A similar story was told to me as a real scheme conceived by three college sophomores. However, this story is purely fictional, and I would sleep much better if no one ever tried it out in practice. * It happened last year when I was living in the third floor quad. There were James and Alex and Nathan and myself, and we were all single at the time and qui...
"Sorry!" Will yelped the word out while trying to turn around gracefully with an over-stuffed laundry basket in both arms and the door propped open with one foot. It didn't work; when he pulled his foot away from the door, it smacked him in the elbow, almost causing the laundry basket to slip from his grasp and forcing him to lean heavily on the doorframe to...
The day had finally come. I had run out of t-shirts. I had run out of boxers. My 5 pairs of jeans had all been well worn. It was too soon to break out the long sleeved t-shirts and flannel shirts. It was late September, and the inevitable had arrived. I had to go to the top floor of my dormitory, and do my laundry. Ugh. If I had any money I would send it out...
The next afternoon, Johanna invited many of the Goddesses of the Council over for lunch. Much to everyone's surprise, Representative Pencalia arrived as an uninvited guest. Pomona prepared a fine meal as the Goddesses deliberated over various issues. Pomona was very accommodating to the guests, serving them tea and salad and shrimp. She even placed cloth nap...
I lived in a big apartment building in New Jersey when I was 52YO. On a Monday night, about 6 months after Chondra and Sharon, I went down to the basement to do my laundry. Karen, my 45YO voluptuous tall black neighbor, was in there doing her laundry. We'd been flirting with each other whenever we saw each other for a couple of months. Karen is actually...
Author's Note: Please make sure you read part one to fully understand what is going on in this story. I have broken it up so that any particular chapter can be read with ease, but the story will make far more sense if read in order (I know, super obvious). To be completely honest, the length of part one was in part because I was unfamiliar with the submissio...
Penelope lived on the ninth floor of her apartment building and hated doing laundry so she'd procrastinate, as long as possible, which meant she usually had three large, full, bags. The laundry room was in the basement so whenever she'd, finally, decide it was time to do laundry, she sure as hell wasn't going to make two trips! So, she'd load her small frame...
Those aren't my orange panties on the couch, though I suppose you could call them mine now. They don't belong to my wife either. With that established, whose panties are they? The answer is that I really don't know, and that's what's exciting about them. I've always been attracted to the scent of a woman's aroused pussy, and I learned that the scent could b...
Stories will be a little slow from now as I'm busy with real life. But I'll try to deliver once every two weeks, at most three weeks. - I strolled back to the dormitory. After I opened the door, I saw that everything was a mess. I sighed, knowing that I would have to clean it all up. I stripped off my school uniform. I tried to remove the uncomfortable br...