The interior of the car was warmer than it had been on the street. It helped to calm my nerves, but only slightly. Still blindfolded, I was unable to tell if he and I were alone in the car but I guessed that we were. As I turned to him on my right, I felt his body leave the seat next to me. I heard him sit again – on the other side of the car, I assumed. Sur...
Credit to Conversations, who gave me the idea behind this story, and who also wrote the delightfully funny "Saving Miss Stacey," which I highly recommend you read first. Although she quite literally stole my character from me, who now presumably resides in hiding, I suppose being a near-omnipotent, certified narrator has its benefits... Once upon a time, th...
Desperate for cash as well as revenge a woman discovers she can fix both at once. Special thanks to Xpoerotica for feedback and support. * As I turn off the ignition to my old car and stare through the rain-splattered windscreen at the unprepossessing door, I hesitate. Could I go through with this? It seems my stubbornness has painted me into a corner onc...
My proposal to Amanda was simple: because it would give pleasure to both of us, the two of us should cooperate in a program which would result in a subtle, but real, transformation of her body. Amanda's body was already very pleasing. Because she has a rather small, compact frame, her body has the enticing charm of a fruit in danger of passing from ripe to...
In a world far off from ours existing between fictional realities, there exists a nude beach visited solely by females looking to unwind by taking it all off called ワイフビーチ (Japanese for Waifu Beach). These beautiful babes can be found on this beach either catching rays, playing in the water, having a game of volleyball and other seaside activities you'd find...
When life takes a turn for the worse, sometimes fate – or God, or destiny, or whatever it is you believe makes sense of all this – looks back at you and realises you've had more than your fair share of hardship. After Jack's alcoholic stepfather beat him to a pulp that last time, so that he was lucky all his teeth were still there and would be lucky to recov...
She let her anger push the damn weight, straining her midsection, feeling the pull all the way to her pussy. Fuck you, machine. Fuck you. Take that. Ungh. And that. Suddenly, the first hint of a pull in her thigh warned her she had reached her body's limit. No matter what she did, which machine she used, her abs never twinged, never gave out. It was always t...
The following is probably a work of fiction. All characters in it may be creations of the author. The author will not admit to any of it being true. :) It was the day of the big game. I'd gone over to my brothers house, and we were both sitting in the living room, drinking beer and watching the home team lose. The game had barely started, and they were alr...
Thank goodness for neglectful husbands. When we met, Kris had not had sex for 4 years. Her husband was obese, diabetic, and didn't do anything to take care of her in the bedroom. We met at least once a month for over 2 years. Enjoy this true story. I sure did. I had discovered one of those phone in and play lines that actually had real, horny women callin...
We've all seem them; an object of nostalgia and whimsy. It is a jewelry box, a place to keep secret and personal things, sitting on the vanity table of a particular kind of woman. There is the lingering hint of some perfume, a subtle reminder of the elegance of it's owner. It is the color of ivory, picked out in silver or perhaps gold, the edges frilled or o...