***IF you have not already, you might want to read File #11 since this picks up where that left off.*** Usually when I wake-up the morning after sex, I can still feel some of Michael's cum inside of me. It is warm and makes me feel warm. It is a good feeling; one of the benefits of using the pill for birth control rather than a condom. Usually, Valentine...
Glass Ceiling Tinsel rifled through her knapsack and retrieved a thermos of eggnog. She had prepared it for the long night ahead, imagining at the time that she would crack it open when Santa started delivering over Russia and everything was rolling along easy – a delicious treat for a successful mission well underway. She had spiked it with bourbon. She wa...
The elf perched on her chair, performing the annual audit of the 1978 Naughty list. It was a tedious duty; after more than three decades, the list was effectively static. "Johnson, Jeremy—tax evasion." Lucy murmured and entered his data into her tablet. Two copies of his tax return showed on the tablet. Yes, still Naughty. "Judson, Sherrie—manipulation." V...
Mark looked at the ceiling. He was getting agitated. No point checking his watch, or his phone, or straightening his tie, or fiddling with his cuffs; it wouldn't make any difference, wouldn't alter the one single fact: he was going to be late. He tried to stay calm by reminding himself that this was an occupational hazard, that, if you do business around th...
Sometimes there are fantasies which offer heavenly delights while playing devilish games on the playgrounds of lust. These are those high risk, high reward ventures that accompany horny-induced, poor judgment. Sometimes these fantasies lead to regrets. But occasionally these fantasies leave behind smoldering embers of burning lust that can fuel one's naughty...
Hi, my name is Jessica; I am an Asian-American so sometimes my English not so good. I want to share with you my first naughty massage. My boyfriend thinks it is very erotic and so do I. My sister has been telling me about her naughty massages. She always telling me I need to go and enjoy one. So I did and she was right, it was awesome. But I get ahead of mys...
It was shortly after midnight. The sound of a light rustling woke Chris from his sleep. He laid there and listened for a few seconds. "Must have been my imagination," he mumbled as he rolled over to go back to sleep. The rustling started again. Chris's heart raced. "What the fuck!" The muttered under his breath as he quietly got out of bed. Chris made his...
Dear readers, This is a continuation of my two already published stories: 'Miss Johnstone's Lesbian Sissy Slut' and 'Further Training as Sissy Lesbian'. I sincerely recommend reading these stories first as it provides background for this one. My stories have been well received and I would like to thank you all for the positive response! Enjoy and please ta...
Chapter 02. A better view in the yard: After work on Friday, Roslyn pulled into her long driveway and saw Mr. Wilbur's car and him standing beside what seemed to Roslyn to be a small amount of lumber. She got out of her car, and said, "Hi Mr. Wilbur. I see the lumber arrived. Is that all there is?" "Good afternoon, lovely lady," he said, as he smiled and c...
Hello! And thank you for checking out this prologue to The Best Cure is Love. If you came across this story and have not read chapter one of The Best Cure is Love, then I highly recommend checking that out first before reading/watching this prologue. Now a little information about the renders. All renders have been made with DAZ 3D, it's a free program and...