She had received a strange call from her Master ordering her to meet Him in old abandoned play ground across town. He knew her fear of the dark as well as her fear of the stories she had been told of that part of town as well as the murder that had happened two years earlier. He had ordered her to dress in her black cat costume from the year before, she gasp...
A light frost covered the ground that Saturday morning, as the joggers ran around the park - their feet crunching on the crisp tarmac below. Dirk Peterson ignored them as he walked briskly to a bench overlooking the boating lake, where a man with an eye patch sat alone. Checking that no one was watching, Dirk sat down next to the one-eyed man. 'Hello Cyclop...
In the lounge of the Grand Hotel, reporter Dirk Peterson gazed at the other guests. He noted the occasional casual tourist mingling amongst the smartly dressed corporate guests, and figured it was a typical Friday afternoon in the hotel. He had been sent by his newspaper, The Daily Chronicle, to interview property magnate Aaron Lansdown about his proposed ne...
[Is this the ultimate plimsoll fetish sex fantasy?] Chapter 11 -- What a difference a year makes. When we first met and told each other of how we had acquired our shared fetish for plimsolls we discovered that a common item in our stories was a white tennis dress: Bryony's in my case and Lucinda's in Emma's. So we agreed that on our first anniversary we wo...
"Hurry up or we're going to be late pinky!" my voluptuous, BBW wife yelled from the front door. I struggled under the weight of her huge gym bag making my way towards her. Pattie looked especially gorgeous today dressed in a black leotard sans bra, black pantyhose that I knew were crotch less and a cute black skirt all topped off by a pair of black high he...
He watched the woman moving through the crowded marketplace. Even if he had not been employed to follow her he would have been drawn to her. The heat of a Mediterranean sun beat on the town, reflected off the whitewashed walls, finding its echo in her dress, tight against her body, gleaming white. It also made it easy to follow her. Her bare arms were barely...
This is the third chapter in the story of my submission to my wife for punishment for failure to control my orgasm. My full offer of punishment for my transgression is fully set out in the first chapter for your reference. Each part of this story is true and is told as it actually occurred. As with the previous chapters, my wife told me to let the readers kn...
Adam couldn't help but notice how nice Rachel looked in her leotard. It must have been a new one because he hadn't seen that particular color. The purple tights only drew more attention to the young girl, and her 18-year-old body was shown off quite well. The loose-fitting white top she had on also allowed her big breasts to bounce around a bit, as her bra...
WARNING: This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature, including graphic descriptions of consensual, "vanilla" sex. If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you. This is a work of fiction: it never happened. The young girl in the story does...
One of my first girlfriends was called Tracy (her actual name, not changed). I went out with her for some time and I particularly remember that she let me fuck her on our first date, and because we had no condoms I had to pull out at the last minute and cum on the ground between her legs. I remember it as though it were yesterday – we'd just got off the bus...