I just want to be alone with my thoughts. I cannot stand another ride on the bus with the rest of the losers who have no car or license. It is hard to be cool in when you are a senior with no car. It is even harder to get a date. I wince at the thought of my Dad driving my date and I to the movies. I can walk home faster than the bus takes me because I woul...
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...
It had been a good workout. I was just finishing off with some bench presses before warming down. It was 3 o’clock on a warm Saturday afternoon and I had the place to myself, or so I thought. As I got up from the bench I saw a woman watching me from the door. I recognised her as one of the aerobics instructors and, although I guessed she was in her late thi...
Mistress strides into the playroom in her usual seductive way, her curvy hips swinging side to side, very large full breasts jiggling ever so slightly even though squeezed together to form a captivating cleavage by her black latex skin-tight leotard. A see-through chartreuse skirt accentuates her luscious hip curves, revealing the french-cut leotard plunging...
It all started with myspace. She had been looking at a video of herself and another girl doing some acrobatics and a number of other videos on the topic presented themselves for her to look at. His was one of them. Out of interest she had gone to look at his page on the website and finding a lot of their interests matched decided to contact him. All very sa...
Like most stories this one does have an element of the truth, this story happened to me several years ago and I wonder how she is doing now. * I was 19, had just left school, and was working is a good job. I had a great car—a Triumph Spitfire—which was pretty good for a first one. I also had a damn sexy girlfriend. Anna was younger than me and was still st...
My wife's control over me insures that I have no secrets from her no matter how depraved my hidden desires. This is the third in a series in which I confess my past experiences as a panty thieving college cross dresser. I have changed some of the names, but the rest of the confessions are, sadly, true. Please read the first two installments for context. *...
"Are you ready?" He asked. He was Mr. White and he had been running, coordinating, stewarding and sweating over the Haunted House for every year since it began. He stood in front of the bleachers looking at the fifty or so people sitting in the first three rows. All were students at the college who had volunteered to help with the Halloween Haunted House fun...
Hello. My name is Miranda. It was during my second year at university that this incident happened. I hope you find the retelling of it interesting. I am blushing at the recall of the events and hope that by putting them here for everyone to read it will start to free me from my embarrassment. I was a keen gymnast. Not a very good one, but I belonged to a c...
I fell into a deep sleep and unknowingly it was 8 o'clock already. Sarah came back in her ice skating attire, wearing a dark pink leotard and a skirt over it. Sarah tried to nudge me up, but I did just ignore her. She looked around and saw her open drawer. She saw all her underwear was in a mess due to Jenny's rampage while looking a pair of panties for me...