I don't want to open my eyes. It feels so peaceful and warm lying in my bed listening to the rain falling on my roof. The little drops create a rhythmic pattern, a song if you will as they plummet and splash one by one. You may be hard pressed to appreciate the rain. Maybe you don't see the beauty in a sky painted in shades of gray, may consider it bleak o...
St Paul boasted one all-female college: Myra Shrewsbury Teachers' College, its 1890s and Art Deco buildings clad in ivy and set in verdurous grounds. All its staff were women. Busts and portraits of its presidents- bespectacled and ferocious- glowered like female deities of vengeance, arranged in its vestibule, as if to frighten off any creature who dared to...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I was in college and a member of a fraternity when I first met Holly. She was 19 and I was 21 the first night we were introduced. She was very cute with short brown hair and a beautiful smile. For a 19 year old she had ample size breasts. I was attracted to her immediately and she...
Greg and Peggy left another session at their counselors, a once per week session, one of many in the past six months. They had been in counseling since the couple had decided that their relationship and sex life was, well, in a word, dead. "I'm glad you decided to make a change into wearing sexier clothes, you do have a great looking body, honey. You really...
I was running a bit late after I'd overslept my alarm clock, my shift at Missy Bee's and the hard riding I got from Leroy must have tired me out more than I thought. I managed to get into work just on time, once there I rang Sarah. "Oh hi Johnny, sorry I mean Tina, wow it's early," Sarah lazily answered. "Hi Sarah, is Marci OK? I can pick her up this eveni...
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Prefix: Welcome to my next erotic story. This story will be written from the point of view of a Transvestite Dominatrix. It is a new twist in my mindset as I normally identify as submissive and as a sissy maid and slut to a dominant Master. It's my 'kink' but I have danced around in my mind a story from a position of Chantel being a true Transvestite Dominat...
Years soon passed after my last encounter with James. I was now 23 years old. But I never forgot. Eventually the emotional withdrawal went away, but the memories were still haunting. I never truly moved on. My heart had been turned into a block of ice, and no matter how many men tried to win my affection, I repaid them with deception and heartbreak. I was he...
It was his raging hard-on that brought Tom to consciousness, even though his sore head was a close second. Neither of which was unusual after a night out, particularly one with as much alcohol as last night. It had been his friends birthday do, not that one needed an excuse to go out on a Friday in Shanghai, though even given his lack of success with the Fre...
It was an erotic weekend, one not easily imagined, but one in a reality of a vastly different intimate experience. MFM takes place during an autumn weekend, with a meeting on a late Friday afternoon as sun is setting. This relationship began online with a message from a female named 'Kara', whose profile says she lived in North Carolina and was married. She...