All of my friends know one thing about me...I am about the least materialistic person ever. When I am home in America, I love Wal-Mart. I make no apologies for shopping at PoundLand. My preference for getting stuff is...find it, given it second hand, make it, buy it from the charity shop. So Christmas is a real challenge for me. When someone asks what I want...
Chapter Three: Getting Kinky Christina "Winston is getting kinky," Gloria declared. I burst out laughing. Getting kinky! Like none of the shit she'd been doing with the boy for the past four years wasn't already weird enough. Winston had taken up my other foot, and now she grabbed a handful of this hair and pushed his nose awkwardly into my arch. "Go ah...
Sensitivity Training can mean a lot: Part 7 Meanwhile back home. While this can be a stand-alone story, still it is a chapter in the larger story. It takes place back home while Beercan (AKA Jason) is spending his first two weeks at the Institute. Beercan was sent Sensitivity Institute of America because he had sexually harassed one of his employees. His b...
When Jack came to, he found himself tied to the chair that sat in front of Jan's makeup table. His arms were pulled back, and when he rocked in the chair to test his bonds, they wouldn't budge. More rope was wrapped across the front of his chest, and he guessed that it was looped around the back of the chair. Trying one foot and then the other, he concluded...
RETURN TO FRED, WILLIE, AND BILLIE. Plus a bonus... Birthday Boy Number two Since both of these stories are quit short we combined them. We forgot to mention that all of the stories in 'Dollie's Living Fantasies' happened during the summer of 2014. ------ Making House Calls Fred called a few days after my big orgy group fuck with all three of them. De...
"You know this isn't about you displeasing me, right? I mean I was displeased, very much so. When I saw that your toenails were not painted pink, after I fucking told you to paint them pink, I was displeased, oh yeah. But this is more because I like to do it. I should say I love to do it. But don't think that you didn't disappoint me, little bitch. And you k...
It had been a long day. James found himself staring out of the window of the bus he had been sitting in for the last five hours, his bag full of clothes and other possesions sitting on the floor beneath the seat in front, cramming up his legspace. ”I’m gonna jump straight into the shower when I get home” he thought to himself as the scenery started to look m...
I looked up as the door opened and grinned coolly as I noticed that my visitor was he. His blue eyes gazed at my direction and I could see his soft smile as he walked over to me, hands in his pocket, perfectly casual, himself. That would not do. “You know the rules,” I hiss out, still holding that cool grin and gazing at him steadily. Of course, he kne...
Amy had been teaching at Marchmont Schools for almost ten years now, although you would never guess from her looks that she had even been out of high school for that long, let alone college. At 33, she felt like she didn't turn heads like she used to. Her husband always told her differently, but she used to feel the stares at bars, and had never paid for a d...
He took my robe off. I looked away and he started rubbing my tits and then my cock. I started to harder when he moved to my pussy. I groaned as I got wetter. "For a boy, you make such an eager little slut," He whispered in my ear, "I'll just have to parade you around town." He lead me into the bed room and put me into a demi bra and a skimpy pair of pant...