It had been two long weeks since Walter, and his friend had used me. I was starting to get very sexually frustrated, and was playing with my pussy every chance I got. It was a Friday night, and I showered and got ready to sit and relax, and maybe play with myself a little, when the door rang. I jumped up and ran to the door, thinking it would be Walter, back...
Part One An Invitation of Sorts It had been seven months since he had met his Mistress. What started as 'just a job' had turned into a life-altering adventure. Everything he did now was controlled by the woman he called 'Mistress.' Everything. He had always been fascinated by panties. Mistress told him that all men are, that all men are jealous of the pr...
A text was sent by Him around eight o'clock that evening. The order was to use the spare key under the welcome mat and clean the House to His standards by the time He was to be off work, not half an hour from the time of the message. A secondary message added that He was to later on have Guests over. With the fear of God imprinted upon her at the thought o...
I woke up the next morning with dried body fluids gluing me to the carpet and smelling like sex. My jaw was sore, my knees had carpet burns on them, my asshole felt like it had a sunburn, and my back hurt from sleeping on the floor. This was becoming kind of a habit. I sat up and took a deep breath, then clambered to my feet being careful not to smash my bal...
I loved bacon, and I loved orgasms. But somehow being told I was getting a piggygasm sounded bad. Like, real, real bad. On the other hand, everyone was looking at me again and I heard that rushing sound in my ears and my cock was trying to get hard in its cage, and my nipples were tingling. I swayed a little and lowered my chest so they rubbed on the floor....
This is a fantasy, which I hope someday I will realize. This did not happen and I remain a virgin. So having no experience, some of the details are from my imagination, hence, they might not be accurate. This is my first attempt at writing a story. Moreover, in general I am writing after ages. So there might be lack of clarity at places (according to a popu...
Weekend At Becky's If you go down in the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise Part One: Brown Eyed Bears Okay, remember how my first scene ended with me throwing up on the camera? Not good, I hear you say. Not so fast, say I. Turns out this was not a career ending move, rather it's the scat equivalent of the money shot. Becky is on the phone and en...
Yet another birthday is rolling around, this one making me forty-four. I can't help but realize that time is going by so fast. It seems like only yesterday I was pushing my son in his carriage. Now he is twenty, and not needing me as much so I find myself with a lot of time on my hands, and a lot of thinking about my sexual needs. I have always been somewhat...
I was still quite innocent in the art of walking the Vegas strip after 2 a.m., which was littered with screaming fat chicks, homeless men, stumbling couples, and hookers. As I walked across a bridge beneath one of those blaring fifty-foot TVs, two black chicks approached me. "Hey sexy! Where do you think you're going?" I'd never been too much into black girl...
We walked into what can only be called a dungeon. Everything about the room screamed BDSM. There was a wall of crops, floggers and whips all neatly arranged directly opposite the door so whoever entered was looking straight at those punishment implements. To one side there was a St. Andrew's cross and in the middle was something that looked part surgical tab...