I arrived in Paris looking and smelling like a homeless woman. My aunt, damn her, was waiting for me looking like a tall, vampire model, wearing a ridiculous black, glittering dress that was so low it showed the edge of her navel and in her hand was a black, lace umbrella I walked towards her, seeing her face light up in a bright smile. "Lilly, you look atr...
** I had received a comment in the prologue that made me recast the *hero. I found some highly creative videos that the characters and actions are generally based on. The vignette is hopefully interesting. My first story after reading so many here. ***** Quick recap - During a strange morning my old disconnected voicemail machine had a message from my long...
My widowed but slutty aunt Sheen gives me the first taste of BDSM. Hi all, its Ali here! I'm back with another incident with my widow aunt where she introduces me to BDSM and I discover one of my favorite kinks. Let me quickly share a few important background details for the new readers. I come from a very strict Muslim family. It is an extended family wh...
Cara and I had sentenced ourselves to ten days of slave training, to be exhibited as naked slaves to potential buyers, then sold at auction to spend fifteen days as purchased sex slave. Cara was understandably overwhelmed and panicky about the whole ordeal, but as long as I was there by her side, she was willing to go through with it. Despite the fact that...
Aunt Margaret was having coffee with Julia. 'I've had a request,' stated Julia. 'The gym mistress at school has asked if Toby could go to their house on Wednesday.' 'Who are they and what do they want with Toby?' asked Margaret. 'Well, Miss Braithwaite the gym mistress lives with her partner Eileen. Miss Braithwaite is gay and Eileen is bisexual. She's no...
Emily lay in bed at her aunt's house, eyes fixed on the laptop lying to her side. With the volume down low, she stared at the screen at the blond girl was lying spread on a bed, arms and legs in restraints. On each side two other girls were teasing her, brushing her sides, playing with her nipples then tickling her ribs. The blond was laughing the whole time...
"Was that the night I met your family for the first time?" asked Harry, scratching his chin thoughtfully with his fingers. "Don't play dumb with me, Harry. You know very well that's what I meant," shot back an angered Angelina. "It was just a couple weeks after our wonderful romantic time together over Christmas break. After 18 months of slinking around, I...
"How the hell did we get to this point?" Brady asked his dad as they sat in the backyard with the sun beating down on them. Brady had been sitting there soaking in the warmth for about thirty minutes when John walked out and joined him. The two sat quietly for a few minutes before Brady initiated the conversation. John had stood at the back door for severa...
"A good pair of boots is more important to an adventurer than a sword or a gun. And these will serve you quite nicely." Aunt Mirabelle said, stepping back to critically assess me. The boots in question were of sturdy brown leather, and laced up almost to my knees. The soles were heavy and lugged, and at a press of one of the cleverly recessed buttons just a...
Chapter 1 Joan was going to spend a few weeks with her aunt and uncle at their summer home in a remote area of south central Missouri. It was the summer between her Junior and Senior years at the University of Missouri in Columbia. She had turned twenty one earlier that spring. Her Aunt Susan was in her early-forties and along with her Uncle Mike ran a ver...