XIV: Going home and reflecting on what a middle-aged slut I had been. XV: My young stud muffins arrive and I fetch their cases. XVI: Fucked like a true fuck-pig. XVII: Made to go on a date by Kelly. XIV: Going home and reflecting on what a middle-aged slut I had been. The remainder of my time in Cambridge was work-orientated and I spent the evenings in...
Connie and I woke to the sounds of chirping birds and a woodpecker drumming on a nearby tree. Sunlight poured in through the open window, illuminating the carnage of a great party the night before. Empty glasses and beer bottles on the shelves and dresser, a spilled glass in a puddle in the corner, and a woman's under garments — Kathy's I'd guess — trampled...
Part 8: Epilogue Where am I? What am I doing here? Where are my clothes? WHO am I? God. This is so confusing. I don't know how I got here, and why I was lying naked on the ground like this when I woke up. I might have been attacked. Actually, I think I was attacked. My... private parts hurt. My vagina hurts. And my ass is throbbing like hell. Like somethin...
(Ff, humil, etc.) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** The only problem was . . . Harriet didn't like it at Frogwart's. During her magic classes, she couldn't so much as summon the easiest magic. The teachers almost seemed frantic for her to perform some feat....
Mirabelle was a slip of a gal. She wore her hair tied back in a loose pony-tail. In her plain yellow linen dress three inches above the knee, and her white pinafore; it looked like a uniform. The house was painted white with brown boarders, and they had a little garden cutoff from the rest of the open scrub-land rimmed with a light blue picket fence. There w...
It's not long after your first crazy experience at your ex's house that you wish you could go back. You're still not sure if what happened was real or not, but it was absolutely the weirdest and hottest experience of your 19 year old life. That's when your phone lights up from a new text, "You gotta get over here quick. We found something in a clearing! Back...
Last Saturday, my Domme was invited to a private party. She immediately asked if it was ok if I came too and was told by all means yes. I was excited to go to another private party, this one at someone's house. We met for dinner before the party and had a great time discussing "rings and things and fine array" which set the tone for an extremely relaxing eve...
Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. However, althoug...
All around me were scenes of perversion and debauchery as I walked in through the door of this club a Bangkok bargirl had recommended. I paid my $250 in Baht and the young denim mini-skirted girl gave me a necklace and some letters to slide on to it. She explained that the letters related to the fetishes I got off on. A for anal, b for bondage, s for scat e...
Chapter 6 – Converted 08:20 The door opened and in walks Fatima Salahi flanked by two massive security guards. The guards dressed in standard black business suits take up positions on either side of the door. I was a little disappointed given the arrival of the entourage that Mr. Drax was not the next to step through the door. I could hear a soft snicker e...