As I do every other Thursday, I was at my friend Lois's place to get my nails done. Manicure and pedicure. Yes, the same Lois that got it on with my husband Walter. Much to her and Walter's pleasure. Lois runs her one person manicure business out of her apartment. Which while probably not legal does afford her the opportunity to keep all the money she makes...
After my surreal experience with Brenda, I tried to get back to life as usual. But I knew that things would never be the same for me. I was still interested in girls my age, but they couldn't hold a candle to the power Brenda and her mature feet had over me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about her. I'd wake up in the morning craving he...
Having sex with disabled people is not a fetish. Maybe some things surrounding it are fetishistic, at least for myself. I can agree to that. I can agree that my attraction to physical weakness could be called a fetish, since it's tied in with my desire to dominate and other power dynamics, but that's beside the point. The point I'm making is that disable...
Jack followed her meekly into a large and very boudoir-like bedroom; her sweet feminine scent mingled with the perfumed scent of the room, invading his young nostrils and seeming to hold him transfixed as she sat on the end of her bed and crossed her legs, adopting an assertive manner which would not be denied. Jack, though still very young, had always had a...
I hated it. I had just turned eighteen, but still my mother and my stepfather insisted that I accompany them on their summer vacation to this summer resort by the sea; an old, crappy beach hotel that had seen better days. The only nice part was that I had got my own room, whilst my mother and stepfather slept in a family room together with my two younger, ir...
The two of us, her a middle-aged divorcee, me much younger, were coupled amidst muddled sheets, wrapped in murky shadows skulking about her bedroom in a tropical vacation bungalow near a white sand beach. Her ruby cum fuck me pumps unshackled, on the floor; my young man's practical, proper, in fashion shoes nearby. Her red lace panties, the crimson balconet...
"I found this story I had written a while back unfinished. I'm wondering why I didn't finish it, but I'm releasing it now. Not my best material, but I hope you all like it. Enjoy, rate and comment!" Since I was little, I had been friends with my buddy Tom. We were inseparable and we were always at each other's houses, his house more than mine. One of the...
Peter Grayson woke up late that morning his head ringing from his hangover. Slowly getting up out of bed, he made his way over to his bathroom washing his face in an attempt to wake himself up. Looking up in the mirror, Peter checked himself out. Peter Grayson was eighteen years old with short brown hair and brown eyes. He was tall with a muscular body and s...
I was resting on my bed with my eyes closed, listening to my iPod with headphones on, when I felt something soft hit me on the forehead. When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother standing in the doorway holding a basket full of dirty clothes. With one hand, she was making a motion for me to remove my headphones, which I did. "Brenda is having problems with her...
This story is from 2003 and set in the UK. It was the summer of 2003. Karen had just turned 49; she was blonde; around 5 ft 4 and what could be described as a BBW, very curvy. She was going through what seemed to be a very small mid-life crisis. Karen was married to Nick and had two children, the oldest was Paul who was 21 and at university and Sam who was...