What with my built in apartment lover squad and my regular appearances at one or the other of the sex clubs, my life was reasonably full and very satisfying. But, as time wore on, I began to sense a change in myself. I knew what it was and I was not totally surprised for I was sensing the change that mom had told me about. I was rapidly getting to a point wh...
Disclaimer: This story touches on several sensitive subjects, such as transsexuality and sexual assault. Reader discretion is advised. All characters are eighteen or older. "To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment." -Ralph Waldo Emerson Prologue Nearly everyone has something they disli...
The young black youth aged eighteen was lying on the bed while I mounted him for the third time that day. I used his cock and muscular body shamefully to bring myself off with no thought for his pleasure. Kenny was my toy boy, an aircraftsman from the base my husband commanded when he wasn't away on active duty. I'm Lady Denisa forty-seven year old wife of...
When I first met Brenda I would never have thought of her as "dominant", let alone myself as "submissive". She came across as a strong, intelligent woman who knew what she liked, and that included sex. It was refreshing to be with a woman who let me know what she wanted, instead of expecting me to read her mind. And it was especially nice that her high libid...
Now Dave knew everything and had accepted it all partly because he wanted to and partly because I told him to. I could not believe that I now had control over the sex lives of these three people. This gave me a feeling of great power but it also gave me a great deal of responsibility. I had to make sure that I did not destroy the lives of these people to ent...
Ch 4 - My Role Is A Lie Ria hung loosely with her arms suspended above her, trying her best to fall asleep. As it was, her position would allow no such comfort. Her eyelids were drooping and she felt exhausted beyond compare, but repose would not pass over her. Her body clock told her that it was near midnight; the lighting in the room made her feel like i...
THE HANDSOME YOUNG servant gasped softly in deep pleasure. He stood naked on the cool stone floor, his feet spread apart, his hands gripping the head of the nineteen-year old girl who knelt before him. Her pretty face was distended with the size of his swollen penis. He grunted and pulled her face deeper into his crotch, pushing his hips forward at the same...
This story was inspired by "In Praise of the Stepmother" by Mario Vargas Llosa. I first published a different version of this story, with a different title, 10 years ago. This version has been substantially reworked. Enjoy. Thanks to Pink Delphi for her editing assistance. --- CHAPTER 1 Serafina and I have been happily married for several years, and the l...
It was more than three years ago since he had seen Anne, Joss mused as he sat in the train to Rotterdam. Yesterday evening his phone had disturbed him during the first minutes of his sleep. It had been Anne who had invited him to come to her place and have a drink. When he had asked for the reason for this sudden invite, she had just said something about ol...
To be able to afford their holiday in Buggery, both Sharon and Tracey had told several white lies about their financial wealth: lies that they hoped wouldn’t catch up with them while they were on holiday. Perhaps the lies weren’t that small, but the girls were somewhat naVve as to what they were likely to get away with. At first these lies didn’t worry them...