She walked over and gently picked him up. "Come on," she said laying him on her shoulder and holding out her hand to me. I took it and followed as she walked me to the stairs. I let her climb first and trailed her into the bedroom. I undid my shirt as she laid him in his cot. She walked across to me unbuttoning her blouse and smiling. I smiled back and dro...
Author's note: A submissive is made; not born. She begins as raw metal that is made malleable through forging heat of her sexual experiences; hammered into the desired shape by her dominant men; and then tempered to the desired degree of willing compliance. In this is the first installment of a five-part series, Lei, a naïve Japanese-American high school sen...
"Breakfast!" I woke to the sounds of birds tweeting and wonderful smells which seemed to engulf my head whilst I stretched and twisted the sleep away. My bed felt a little firmer than usual and the air felt somehow cleaner, as if the windows to the room had been left open all day allowing nature to perform a deep cleanse. My Mom is such a thoughtful person....
An old man remembers. This is a true story, based on my life. I was 17 and bored. I worked in a Perfume factory as a line porter. I filled the machines with various creams, nail polish and big slabs of lipstick. There were 100 women and 5 men on the shop floor. Most of the women delighted in embarrassing and teasing me as I was by far the youngest. The e...
I slept until very late the next morning and woke up feeling refreshed. I lay in my bed for a while thinking back of the adventurous night before and all the lovely women I had met and been intimate with. Most of all I thought about the mysterious woman in the end that had been so gifted and experienced and had given me such a marvelous time. Well, I think s...
"Harry; I really do love you but no I don't want to get married." Harry looked at me with big sad eyes and I only smiled. Harry and I had been dating for a few days when I let him bed me. He's near my age and was very good at doing what we were doing at the time. I am quick to climax and I am some what vocal when I do. Harry had never had a women show how mu...
Hi, my name is Chrissie. I'm 39 and married. My kids have already flown the nest and I'm soon to be a grandmother. That really is scary. I'm married to Pat, a very successful man who helps my dad run our family business. Unfortunately, he isn't much good at the wonderful art of bedroom fun. His idea of having a good time is to get me to suck him for about...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * "Fucking skank!" "No! No! Please!" "Go ahead, Terri! Fuck the stupid bitch up!" "Retard!" "I won't do it no more!" He heard the shrill voices, one more shrill than the others as the owner of that voice pleaded for mercy. He grabbed his shotgun and ra...
The next morning, a few minutes after seven, I was dressed, nursing my first cup of coffee and thinking about my transgression with Rita. It had been exciting, delightful, lust filled and alive. Diagonally through the courtyard I could see that a light was on in the guest room. I got a second cup of coffee and headed down the hall. When the door opened, my...
The main character here appeared in the Stacy Lancaster story "Stacy's First Swing". In it, Betty was older and something of a recovering sex addict. This story is set perhaps fifteen years earlier when Betty was in her early prime. *** All three spilled out of the cab in front of the townhouse. The cabbie was pissed off, even after Betty flashed him her t...