Coping with keeping my hand off my pussy wasn't even a tiny bit easier in the week that followed. The only thing that helped was throwing myself into my schoolwork, but there was only so much work to be done. When I wasn't focusing on my work, there seemed to be nothing in the world that would take my mind off how desperate my pussy was to be touched. Every...
The sun was shining on Naidja's half naked body and heated her nicely. She was wearing a short white tunic made out of sheer fabric that barely covered her butt and supported her tits to be pushed up and squeezed out. It cut deep enough that her round tits were visible all the time. Her legs were covered in nice, thigh high, leather boots. The twenty-two-ye...
Dear Reader, My husband and I play a game where we tell each other our fantasies. Then we decide if they are just fun to talk about or if we can actually act on them. Below is a story that compiles all the fantasies I've had that wouldn't be safe to act on due to STIs, social media, and maintaining a career in my profession. In the story below, my charact...
Before you read this story, may I suggest you go back and read Chapter 1and 2 first, as it will help you understand the story line. When you read this story you will notice that, outside of the sex of the characters, I avoid describing the physical appearance of the characters. This is done to make it easier for you the reader to place yourself into the role...
Sascha sat at the bar, sipping on her second vodka and tonic as she stared intently at the clock by the door. It was 10:15. Was he ever going to come? She self-consciously uncrossed and re-crossed her long coltish legs, then pulled her black dress lower over her thighs. She was dressed just as he'd ordered: a black cocktail dress which fell just below her cu...
History books and classes are such faint memories that they feel like something I came up with in a dream. The world changed so suddenly that we seemed to collectively forget about all the little things we did everyday. All of our routines, our celebrations, our passions were swallowed up in an effort to resist fate. But fate has a habit of getting what it w...
I have a girlfriend I meet almost every weekend. She's a married little slut is what she is. And she's developed a craving for my attention. Maybe I should say she needs it. You see she's a disgusting little bitch. She'll do anything I ask of her no matter how degrading or abusive it might be. Over this past year I kept pushing her limits to see how far she...
Angela waited on her knees. When she had arrived she gone straight to Mistress's bedroom to prepare herself and, by now, she was more than trained enough to know what that meant. Firstly she had stripped naked, leaving her clothes neatly folded on a chair. Then she had fitted for herself the ankle cuffs with their short connecting chain and the wrist cuffs w...
All people in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old. * My Dearest Daddy, I would be your most devoted Cock worshipper. On my knees in front of you, smiling in awe of your Beautiful, naked, Masculinity. First, Daddy, I would cover your Big Beautiful Cock and your Cum Filled Balls, with tiny wet kisses. Slowly, making sure not to miss a single sp...
I flicked back through the preceding pages in Anya's diary, looking over what she'd written about Teresa. "You are going to need to tell me more about Teresa, my dear." "Yes, Sir." "But... not right now. Right now, we need to decide on some humiliation for Anya. Something degrading, and electrifyingly exciting. Something unforgettable." "Yes, Sir." She be...