Oh, I know what you think of me, Mrs. Riley. To you I'm only Jeffrey, that shy young man who lives down the street. Who doesn't even have the ambition to go to college, and is just happy to clerk down at the TruValue hardware store. You glance my way occasionally, but you don't see me at all, do you? I'm only here at your backyard barbeque because you invit...
This story is a work of fiction. All characters and plots were created in the twisted mind of the author. * I am a kleptomaniac. I steal all the time and I do it for the thrill of the steal, but more than that I love to see the reaction people have when they realize their items have been stolen and I love to see their reaction when they catch the thief. Y...
A valuable lesson that many of the more popular kids in school, especially the jocks, never seem to learn, is don't piss off a geek. Sure, you're pretty or athletic and popular now, but time is a thief, and a relentless thief at that. Down the road those attributes will be taken from you, and you'll find that the geek you picked on is still a whole lot s...
I was very cross when I was overlooked for the job of Department Manager. My annoyance was increased when my new boss turned out to be Paul Petts, a young man, fresh from a business college, who was young enough to be my son! At least his predecessor had been older than me. Now aged 50, I found it was quite depressing to have a 24 year old manager. My name...
Warning: This is a story about a large 21 year old dominant woman, her 18 year old BBW sister, and a meek 48 year old man. If this doesn't appeal to you, please don't read it. This is a continuation of The BBW Goddess. * It was all I could do to try and keep my mind on my work the following day, after Lori totally controlled me with her superior strength,...
They rented a van because the five of them could not afford plane tickets to their college winter break destination of somewhere warm and sunny. They budgeted for hotel reservations, meals, and the free public beach. Tom and Daphne had known each other since they were kids and were next door neighbors growing up. Tom was your average early twenties college s...
Those aren't my orange panties on the couch, though I suppose you could call them mine now. They don't belong to my wife either. With that established, whose panties are they? The answer is that I really don't know, and that's what's exciting about them. I've always been attracted to the scent of a woman's aroused pussy, and I learned that the scent could b...
I was working at FTZ at Katunayake 2001. I sat on the back seat of the bus. It was late at night, I was getting home from a tiring day at the office. My female colleagues did not provide any pleasure to help me past my time. None of them had the horniness that I have. I was even beginning to think that they might be lesbians. The bus was empty. The reason...
I sat on the back seat of the double decker bus. It was late at night, I was getting home from a tiring day at the office. My female colleagues did not provide any pleasure to help me past my time. None of them had the horniness that I have. I was even beginning to think that they might be lesbians. The upper deck of the bus was empty. The reason I sat on t...
The following accounts are just a handful memorable panty related adventures from my past. Enjoy. I have had a panty fetish as long as I can remember. Gaining access to women’s wardrobes has presented formidable challenges and great rewards. These experiences are in no particular order. My brother’s girlfriend was a hottie and was known to scream when she...