I wake up in the middle of the night. I have psyched myself into such a state that I just can't go back to sleep. Thinking back over the years, everything started with a size 32A bra. It happened on one morning when I just turned 13. In my locked bedroom, I clipped on a flimsy unpadded white cotton bra. I knew that I didn't need to wear one but I had been d...
When we got home, Dina told me to take a shower, get dressed again, in clean women's underwear and wig. "Go wash the cum off yourself, for Christ's sake. You won't need makeup, just tits, hair, bra and garter with stockings. No panties, I want your clit hanging out so I can see it while I talk to you." I returned to the living room, where she had a drink an...
Dear Readers, after receiving an overwhelmingly positive response to "Start of an erotic journey", this story continues where the last one left off. This story is more of a narrative. Please as before feel free to contact her through me. * Well, after using the strap on and other toys on Mehek, I really got into being the dominant one in our relationship....
After the incidents of part 4 (and well before the first story I wrote about her), things stayed as they were. I was dating other women and Julie was my go-to girl. I kind of felt sorry for the other women, too, because if they weren't giving in bed then I wasn't about to stay with them. Why date a girl who might give you a blowjob from time to time when I h...
This affair was already several weeks old, just how it had started was still quite a mystery to her but so far it had been incredible. She had never meant it to happen but he had pursued her relentlessly at every opportunity. To Emily whose marriage was not as perfect as it appeared to the outside world it was like an intoxicating breath of fresh air. One of...
I took the job as a maid at the golf resort because, one, I figured I'd be left alone a lot of the time while I cleaned, and two, because what else was I going to do after high school? Work a bar, work a cash register at the feed store, either one I'd have to deal with assholes who poked fun at me for being a fat girl. I didn't consider myself fat, just stur...
I finally decided how I wanted to finish this story, and there are still a few chapters to come. I hope you enjoy them. ~Hotsprings ~*~ Chapter 8 Desiree's eyes snapped open as she bolted upright. She tired to see through the night but her eyes were met by nothing but blackness. Her heart hammered in her chest as she desperately felt under her pillow for...
Note 1: This is a 2011 Christmas contest story so please vote. Note 2: A special thanks goes to Estragon for editing this story. * My wife is amazing. I have listened to man after man complain about their wives. I have heard that once she says 'I do', she no longer does the dirty nasty shit she did when she was trying to trap you. Well, if that is the cas...
Olivia was a slightly older first cousin to Sandra's mother, and the black sheep of the family. Sandra did not know why and had assumed it had something to do with her being a lesbian - maybe not. Sandra was working on a family genealogy project and Olivia was the only person she still knew almost nothing about. They had never lived near each other nor visi...
[Several years back I wrote a series of stories called Dress Off, about an agency of female secret agents who employed unusual and highly public games of embarrassment and exposure in order to recruit promising new agents. The main story's fifth chapter was an unintentional cliffhanger for far too long as I took a break from writing, and I have now finally r...