Pop! Ooooh, I need to watch out for that splattering grease, Karen thought as she closed the lid over the burgers and surveyed the surrounding neighborhood. Luckily, the houses behind her were pretty far away and thanks to the privacy fence they had erected around the deck, she was shielded from the homes on either side. It just felt so naughty and exciting...
Many thanks to Linda62953 for first editing and improving this story. Immense gratitude to BeautifulStorm, the hardest working editor on this site, who not only applies incredible expertise but also tremendous effort in following through to make sure the story turns out much better than I ever thought it could be. "Remember Margie, the sexpot I told you a...
So my story begins when I was exploring an old antique shop on the west coast. It was one of those disorganized and dirty older shops. With the dust thick in places and cobwebs clinging to everything out of reach. Had mostly seen the usual junk when an old trunk caught my eye. After haggling with the old shop owner I was able to get him down to 50 and he jus...
First impressions whether they be online or in person are not always accurate. I had posted online a thoroughly debauched tale of fisting and stretching – one of many. It is always good to get feedback and I often get asked if the stories are real or 100% fiction. The answer is a mix of the two. One of the stories elicited a response along those lines from a...
We'd been going at it for more than a year, me, Peggy, and her boyfriend Tim. It started off one night when I was dateless and went with the two of them to a party at one of the college dorms. Peggy had been my roommate when I was a freshman, but even after she joined a sorority and I stayed in the dorms, we kept on being good friends. And another thing is,...
Fisting a woman had been a long term fantasy of mine. I met a woman that liked to give and receive. Even better. I like being fisted too. She was in her early thirties, mixed race with 34C boobs. Couple of decorative tattoos, one at the base of her spine, the other on her right shoulder, complementing her brown skin. Long, black hair tumbling over her shoul...
Soft. Incredibly soft. That is what the inside of her pussy felt like. And warm. My hand could have lived in there forever – but I digress. I had gone to this M/s couple to learn fisting. Reportedly he was skilled at it, and his slave was willing to be used for instruction. My being bi didn't hurt matters either. After a couple hours getting to know one an...
Author’s note: At the end of this chapter there is query. Anyone who wishes to comment on it, please do. Chapter 4 My Full Initiation into the “Sluthood” My Sluthood commencement exercises ensue… “I need some hard cock!” Chantel—who had been lying on the bed beside me masturbating while watching me get my double jollies—yelled. “At least two… and I need...
"Ismail, come on, man, you think I look like a dyke, right?" Riley Tremblay said, and she stood there, hands on her hips, staring down a certain burly Ghanaian. Six feet tall, with short, spiky dark hair, a curvy build, and tattoos everywhere except her face, the Ottawa-born, butch-identified forewoman had quite an impressive presence, and she knew it. Her s...
This story follows on from the ten-part series "Cruise With A Difference". You don't have to read the other series, but it makes a lot of sense to do so first. This story is set over five years after the amazing Mediterranean cruise Kristen took with her best friend, Katy. It is written as an epilogue, told by Kristen. The story begins with Kristen in hospit...