Chapter 5 -- The Pink Dress We let a whole month pass this time, since we had seen each other quite often during the recent months. I was wondering if Thuy had brought up the topic of her defloration again at the office. Nguyet would tell me as soon as there was any news, I assumed. In a way, Thuy's wish to be deflowered and have a sensual adventure was en...
*Readers Note: Hey! This is my first time writing an actual passage or short story rather than just a blurb for something. This hasn't happened yet and not all of the information in here will be exactly correct but it is just for fun! It probably won't be the best so I am totally open for criticism and ideas! But please be gentle I am trying! Thanks for read...
[Author's note: Yes, femdom using strip poker as an entry point is a trope, and in this case, I'm leaning into the trope, not subverting it. This is basically raw, nasty femdom stuff, with initial consent but with a victim with no clue what he's really in for. Keep reading if that's your thing.] ***** I thought I'd known what to expect. I mean, when you'r...
Dinner Of course the evening had been planned and orchestrated for some time but the reality of attending was still one of nervous expectation. It had all started 2 months ago when Phil and Michelle had received a gold envelope through the post, Phil was rushing out the door so left it on the side for Michelle to open and never thought much more about it...
Chapter 1 Kay had met John a few months earlier at a fetish event and since then they had met a couple of times for drinks, he was thoroughly charming. He had even introduced her to a designer who made latex clothes, where she had been measured up and had a dress made for her. He called her one evening and said he had been invited to a very exclusive event...
Note to readers: This is a fun fantasy romp. All characters depicted are well over 18. *** Day One - His Surprise John was up early. He had been planning this surprise for the past three weeks and now as the time was at hand, he was nervous. He wondered if she would even entertain the idea of actually meeting him. And now as he opened and booted up his la...
This is the third installment of My Journey. Although not necessary, this story will be more appreciated if you read Chapters 1 and 2 first. Thank you to all who read my first two submissions and provided feedback. I have some ideas for a fourth chapter, and could take the story in a number of directions. Let me know where you might like to see the story go...
1. It all began with a Youtube search. Well, that wasn't strictly true. It all began when she got herself born to a Scotch-Irish mother and a Danish father. She wasn't complaining—well not really; they'd given her all kinds of great stuff, a head for numbers, a taste for chamber music, a kick-ass metabolism, (she could eat anything without gaining a pound,...
The Beginning: Brice Bartel sat at the bar nursing his fourth Bourbon and water on the rocks. "How in hell did this all happen?" he thought to himself. In the back of his mind, he felt that he should have seen it coming... that somehow, somewhere there must have been a clue, a tip-off, but try as he might, he couldn't think of anything. It had all just seem...
I was on my lunch break and a mere 5 minute walk from my office as I pushed the door open. When I walked into the coffee shop I immediately started to scan the room. There were a couple of businessmen to my left, an older group of ladies next to them and a young couple sharing little cakes to my right. In the corner is where I spotted you, you were already w...