Author's Note: This builds upon the events of the previous chapters. I would recommend reading them first, before diving into this chapter. ***** Tuesday, January 27 I sat amongst the soapy bubbles this morning, using a loofa to scrub the sweat and grime from every part of my body. There was, however, one exception: my feet. For the third consecutive m...
Trust, it's one thing that can make or break a friendship. It's something that can take a lifetime to gain, and be gone in a second. It's also one feeling that doesn't require words to describe; enough can be said with body language alone. Rare is it to find friends you instantly feel you can trust within a day or two of meeting based on instinct alone, but...
The transition from sleep to wake came rather early for Larry the following Monday morning. He rolled over and sat up, and winced as a blinding flash of pain hit him. "Owwwww fuck me," he moaned as he quickly adjusted his sitting position. When he stood it was slowly and carefully, and it wasn't until he had walked through his apartment getting ready for Mon...
It started as a silly trick or treat fun game for our husbands on Halloween. I am Sandra. My husband, Jeffery and I had been married for three years at that time. I don't work anymore because Jeff makes very good money. He is an inventor and has contracts all over the world with small companies that manufacture some of his simpler products. Jeff is 30. He is...
You must read part one if you want to enjoy this piece. It's actually one of my favorite premises for a story, but it didn't get too much activity. Please, for the sake of context, start at the beginning. It's only a two-part series. There's no moral to this story, and it's pretty ambiguous. Still, I hope you folks enjoy it. ____________ I spent the rest o...
Copyright 2019 Christopher D.B. * The central vacuum system made barely a sound as I made my way through the apartment. It was spacious and occupied the entire third floor. Although fully furnished and containing some of Countess Tori's personal items, she only stayed here a few nights a week. My feet were hurting, as the toe box on my pumps fit a little...
This relatively short story is inspired by an article that I read on, you guessed it, the internet. People seem determined to share the most intimate of their personal lives with others on the internet. It does provide a degree of anonymity so that they can tell the story that they feel compelled to spill. This story is a bit of a sad story since it involves...
**Warning** This fantasy story series contains or will contain elements of Male Chastity, Orgasm Denial, Female Domination, Cuckolding, Interracial Sex, Bi-sexual Innuendo and Tendencies, Teasing, and BDSM Activities. If any of these topics are offensive you to, I recommend not reading. * I awoke to a note from Angie that said she was going to spend the da...
Suzie and Jim are sitting out on his deck as they often do, each sipping on their beers. She is widowed, he is divorced. She had been married to a much older man who had died a few years ago. Jim's wife had divorced him and left town with a much younger man. He was embarrassed by the whole thing, but at least he got to keep the house. Suzie lives across the...
I excitedly pull my tight red lacy panties up over my small, limp penis. They feel so nice. Tight, but soft, containing the perfect amount of room to hold my little package. My penis does not attempt to get hard despite the pleasure, if anything it seems to shrink a bit in order to fit more comfortably. This was my first time seeing Princess T without her in...