This takes place in late 1949 after WWII had ended. Sheer nylon stockings were worn by women everyday and some held them up with a girdle, some a garter belt, and some with 'roll garters'. No one in the story is under the age of eighteen. It was earlier in the afternoon than I usually got home. I saw Frank's car in the back of the house so I knew he was...
She stands at the bus stop, her breath appearing to be wispy smoke as it leaves her lips on this icy winter night. Her face clearly displays her discomfort, but – despite the natural, inherent guesses of the few passersby and the people in the few vehicles driving past the bus stop – it is not due to the biting winter wind coming off the massive lake just a...
“Hey, sweetie,” Amanda called out as she walked along side Chad to the grass near the field, “so are you going to score again today?” Chad flashed her that smile, the one that never failed to excite her during their little interludes before, during and after their games together. “As always babe, I like to score,” he teased giving her a nudge with his elbow...
This is a parody... It is not real I've been working security at LAX for a few years and I've made it up the latter pretty quickly. I'm already a supervisor and with that comes a few perks. One very big perk is getting to search any female passenger I see fit. I've searched quite a few famous women. Julia Roberts, Tyra Banks, Kate Upton and many others. The...
This story is a graphic tale of a Dom and his very submissive transgendered males. If you are offended by tales of BDSM and sex between consenting adults then read no further ......... other wise enjoy It is best if read with previous chapters. Feel free to leave honest comments or suggestions, it really does encourage those of us who write to continue......
*Disclaimer* This literature is adult in nature. If you aren't an adult or mature enough to handle the contents please exit now. This is a work of fiction and themes discussed within are total fantasy and should be treated as such. This is my entry into the Halloween 2019 Contest, so if you've enjoyed please leave a rating and as always constructive feedba...
Sitting at the table I look over the little pots and jars of creams. Lotions to soften, scents to tickle the nose. I close my eyes and my thoughts are in a frenzy. My Master is taking me to the club and I want to be beautiful for him. It is crucial for me to look my best for that is what makes him happy. I dress with utmost care; soft lacy under garments, bl...
An ease entered the relationship between Linda and I and in August we went on a secret vacation together. She told her family she was going away for a long weekend with a girlfriend from college on the Gulf Coast of Texas. On the day we flew out, she was wearing a simple linen dress that buttoned all the way up the front. Once we arrived however, Linda almo...
Candy woke up to find herself naked and face down in a pile of hay. She rolled onto her back, wincing in pain as her arms became trapped beneath her. She struggled to pull her arms free, but realised that her wrists were bound together. She tried to sit up, but her ankles were also bound. Candy tried to call out, but the gag in her mouth drowned out her cry....
She tried to look nonchalant but she was failing. Her Master had "parked" her outside of Claire's while he was inside searching for the right toe rings for her nipples. He had parked her by tying two harmless strands of yarn to each wrist and tying them to the railing. She could have snapped the yarn in a second, of course, but she didn't. Her back faced the...