I first published this experience a few years ago. I prefer to call them 'experiences' since the term 'story' implies fiction to me. My experiences are based upon my real life. Since I started posting my experiences my writing skills have improved a little. While, I cannot change what actually happened to me, I have added some more details and corrected some...
CHAPTER 8: CONVICT The guards escorted her in and made her sit down at the table, across from Claire. "Who the fuck are you?" she demanded. "I'm Dr. Claire Thompson, I work for the government, and I think we can help each other," she answered. She read from the file in front of her, "Lauren Mayes. Convicted and sentenced to death at 24, incarcerated for 17...
It was cold outside. The December night air seeped between the cracks in the log home. Sandra Jean Leone, a house slave, snuggled up under a thick quilt. She shivered until her body heat, radiating inside the quilt, warmed her little cocoon. She could hear the mumbled voices of the white Leone's thru the thick logs of the big house, laughing and celebrating....
Becca V's pussy was now aching so much she could almost cry. By now, were she alone or somewhere convenient, she would have to be masturbating to bring herself off, or having it done for her. She had not experienced this level of sexual tension/pleasure before. In fact, she had pretty much been on the point of orgasm since taking off her panties; such was th...
Chapter 1. "Temptation On The Train" The tube train was packed. On the hottest day of the year so far, with temperatures in the high eighties it was like a sauna. As usual, the gallant gentlemen of London stared straight ahead and sat on, refusing to offer their seat to a lady. Not even to an attractive thirty-year-old lady in a clinging summer dress. S...
Dinner was over. The candles were waning and it had started to get slightly cold. She started to clear the empty plates from the table when suddenly, she felt Pau's hands stroking her thighs from behind, sliding under her miniskirt. She closed her eyes as his hands stroked the soft flesh of her thighs and trembled with lust. Under the short skirt she wore...
Jed Bonner is a bastard. I couldn't keep away from Cyril, his huge purple cock. Just to fill you in I was nearly nineteen - well, eighteen and a half - and horny as hell. My headmaster had caught me having my titties sucked and had gone down on me so brilliantly, whilst dangling his cock in my face, that it was kind of imprinted on me. Now he had me sucking...
My lover and I are both half-naked in bed. I am wearing a g-string, he is only clad in his boxers. We are both slightly tipsy, and the wine has loosened my inhibitions. We have had a good day, and I am anticipating a very good night. Earlier that evening, we had had a few hits of marijuana with a friend, something I hadn't done in years, and I was feeling ve...
I dreamed of having you in the pillory in our dungeon, naked and exposed for my use. Your riding crop is in my hand as I walk into view. You squirm just a little which I love to see. "I told you that I'd punish you if I caught you watching naughty videos and masturbating without me again, didn't?" I asks you sternly. "Yes Sir, you did," you say, sounding...
"Tobias, you've got issues, my brother," Clara Mathieu said, sighing as she looked at the confused young Haitian man who sat on the couch next to her. As the Head Deaconess and Special Advisor to the Young People's Branch of the Righteous Life Ministry, it was her duty to counsel and mentor young black men and young black women and steer them in the right di...