Cindy, a precocious eighteen year old in her twelfth grade at high school, smiled sweetly at her mother and assured her that she would not stay out late. Clare, her best friend, also had school in the morning, so they would not leave it too late leaving the city centre. They would watch the movie, grab a McDonald's and catch the bus home before the riff-raff...
1 Michael woke up first, to the sound of the radio alarm. Static and raucous, early morning D.J. prattle drew him out of bed to hit the snooze alarm brusquely. "Eight days and a wake-up," he muttered as he crossed back to the bed and under the covers for another nine minutes of sleep. His head had no sooner touched the pillow than he was back in that plac...
This is inspired by the great story "Letters to Mother" by LKWRITER. The following are letters from a different daughter to a different mom. Also inspired by CDE. Dear Mom, You have the most outrageously sexy ideas! No other girl has such a clever, wonderful mom as you. You are right, of course. It's not just that I need more hard nasty sex than Sidne...
The following story takes place in the 1980's. Before all public spaces had cctv cameras and everyone had a cell phone with a camera. A time when people could explore their exhibitionist side without worrying about leaving a legacy of pictures on the internet. All persons exhibiting and viewing nudity are 18+ * * * The Faker. Chapter 1. Kathy Simpson...
Being the only daughter of the chief of police certainly does have its advantages. For starters, let me introduce myself. My name is Isabelle McCaine. I'm a 5'2 blonde with green eyes. I'm about 115 lbs. and I have 36-24-34 measurements. I just turned eighteen last week. My father bought me a very cute recently renovated cherry red mustang for my birthday. B...
One morning at about 10 am I was sent up to a room with a feather duster of all things. I had the standard outfit on, black stockings, suspender belt, skimpy panties and bra, plus a French Maid's outfit. I knocked on the door and was told to enter. The man sitting there was dark haired and about 50 years old. He was slim and not so bad looking. He had a nic...
I do have relatively small hands, at least compared to the rest of me. And they are certainly tiny compared to yours. On reflection, a good thing for you. My hands are strong enough to grip your cock hard or squeeze your balls harder. To pump a dildo in your arse. My nails are long enough to scratch your cock, to leave marks on it, particularly when its alre...
I play in a football team, soccer for some of you guys. It’s loosely based around a local pub, although no more than half the players drink there regularly outside of match days. The team’s a good cross section of the area I live in. Young professionals, like me, along with a lot of blue collar boys, a policeman a couple of unemployed blokes. I think that’s...
* My Master has ordered me to write about my experiences as his sub. And I do as I'm told. My first account is based on my exhibitionism. He has made me accept that I love to tease and be looked at. One day, He forced me to act on it. My Master has also ordered me to admit, before I start, that I love the idea of turning people on, the thought of them rea...
Thanks for your patience. I really do hope you enjoy this installment. yours, enithermon. *** Silence. It filled every crack of the dense, pine scented woods which cut a swath of grey green across the treacherous terrain of northern Cyrodiil. Filled it near to bursting. No sign of life, no wolves, no squirrels, no birds...even the wind which usually rat...