*Today* I stared at her, pleading with my eyes. She just raised an eyebrow expectantly and nodded towards the last item of clothing I had left - my briefs. There was an amused grin on her face that should have set off warning bells in my head but instead was just causing more blood to flow away from my brain and into the pulsating erection currently hiding...
This is a true story. Feel free to comment if you've had similar experiences or fantasies. * It was bound to happen. I had dressed for months in secret. Going even further, shaving my legs, chest, genitals and bottom. Hiding my newly acquired heels & stocking from my significant other. I had felt it for months. The drag of the same routine. Dressing, ridin...
Mike smiled wide as he walked into the fake office. The fake secretary was sitting in front of the desktop computer, entering huge amounts of random rubbish into a spreadsheet program. There was a blank white sheet of paper to her right, which she glanced at from time to time before typing a meaningless alphanumeric slop into the columns and fields. "Hey th...
I'd been enjoying the day at the Metropolitan Museum of Art when I realized that I was being stalked. Yes, stalked. What else do you call it when someone follows you everywhere you go? Although, as stalkers go, she was very cute. Her eyes, which followed me when her body didn't, were very enticing, what my daddy used to call bedroom eyes. Her face was a pic...
The lobby of the hotel is nearly deserted when I arrive. I find my way to the bar where you told me to meet you and find you sitting in a booth toward the back. Sitting across from you is another man. He’s tall with dark hair and eyes and looks to be about 45. Not bad looking but, no one who would normally catch my eye. As I slide into the seat next to you,...
Today, I felt sad again for the millionth day in a row or so it seemed. Upon waking up, I felt like I had not earned the right to love or live. Each day, my fight to survive gets harder but somehow easier. But why am I not capable of changing my own mind... I don't feel like I even deserve you, daddy. But you... You always know what to do. You assign special...
Shirley took a deep breath and tapped on the door of Gladys's office. She hoped no one was in, but an answering bellow told her otherwise. Shirley went in and quietly closed the door behind her. In size and layout, this office was a mirror image of Devlin's, with one wall of windows looking out of the building. But instead of sexy posters were charts and gr...
“Oh Hiii Cindi!” She sang-out. “Oh hello, Ms. Henderson.” I almost stuttered, turning. I had been brushing my hair, trying to tease it up, getting it nice and fluffy the way Steven liked. “Going out, then?” She smiled so sweetly, turning towards me, the edge of her elegant straight blond locks swirling on her delicate jaw line. I blushed, my face warm, an...
Shelly Haskell was a 19-year-old college coed and a very bad girl. She'd cheated on tests at school for years & years, got her friends in trouble whenever possible and, with the boys, she had been quite the little vixen cock tease. One day, Shelly was taking her Spring chemistry final when, low and behold, she was finally caught in the act of cheating. Mr....
This is a continuation of Being Brittany's Bitch. Please read that first in order to get a feel for the whole story. * I had just been delivered back to Brittany and Chantz by my former wife dressed (technically) in an open, low cut, white blouse, short black skirt, and 6 inch black platform heels. My mussed hair and glasses were stained with my own cum f...