The second part of the story of the Stocking Sperm Challenge will make better sense if the reader is familiar with the original story. * Naturally, Ruby was enjoying telling April every saucy detail about what she had just put me through at my first and failed attempt at the Stocking Sperm Challenge and the history of my unsanctioned meddling with her inti...
It was 1959 and I was 19 years old. I had left London and had accepted a position as a junior clerk in a large company in the north of England. I found a small, cheap bed-and-breakfast hotel run by Mrs. Johnson, a friendly motherly type, who made me feel instantly at home. I decided to stay there for a couple of weeks until I found a flat to rent. It was Fri...
This is a foot fetish story, so if that isn't your thing, then turn back now. This is just a one-shot story, and so I have no plans for another part. I hope you all enjoy. Feel free to leave your feedback, it is appreciated. I'm still rather inexperienced in the ways of writing erotic fiction, so I'm sort of testing the waters to how I do. All characters ar...
When Annabeth first saw Vera come through the front door of the café, she could immediately tell there was something wrong. She was certainly more nervous than usual, which was saying something for a girl that always looked like she was ready to hide in a corner at the slightest provocation. The two had made it a habit ever since they left college to get to...
A continuing story concerning my relationship with a sexy female decorator: She clambered eagerly from the front seat of the van and pointed a toe toward the pavement below. It was quite a reach for her and her ample chest heaved inside her overalls as she sprang from the vehicle and entered the site with a cheeky grin on her face and said in an eastern Eur...
Chapter 16 -- The Conclusion After putting this story to bed in July 2005 and then reviving it again in March 2007, I have finally run out of ideas for our intrepid transvestite prison prostitute. That said, after you read on and see how I have ended the series, you could argue that there is plenty more to explore in this story; especially the development o...
It had been a long, tiring day of meetings at the sales conference, and then barely an hour's break before everyone had had to smarten themselves up and head off for the awards dinner in the hotel's banqueting hall. Now it was past midnight, a disco was in full flow, and most people were in states of varying inebriation. Michael was about ready to call it a...
Finally it was 4:30, and time to leave work for the week. Not that the day hadn't been stimulating so far, but I was eager to see what Karen had planned for me this particular evening. The day had started like every Friday for the past 5 months: Wake up, shave my legs, then kneel on the floor before Karen and paint her toenails a deep red. Next I made breakf...
My name is Emi Haneko Adams, a 26-year-old 4th generation American, half-Japanese on my mother's side and half-American on my father's side. My parents met at USC in the 1970s while my mother was an exchange student. With my "hapa" (half-Japanese) features, I was sought after during my teens and early 20s as a popular model in Japan, Hawaii, and California....
This story takes a bit to get to the action, so just go with it during the setup. * Imagine if you will, a society that did not regard sex as negatively as yours does. Abstinence only sex education was laughed at and teen pregnancies rarely occurred. Stores that openly sold lingerie, sexual stimulants and toys were found in every town and city across Ameri...