She couldn't remember the last time she had cum so many times. Her head was a numb dizzying blur of one orgasm after the next as her entire body was assaulted with the sensation of pantyhose on tights on nylons rubbing, grinding and penetrating her. Looking down she saw two pairs of eyes. One pair were blazing emerald green as they looked up at her from a to...
(Note: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.) Hong Kong, February 2004 Not long after the ominous night of torture, Vanessa managed to return back to her self and to her everyday life which included, as it had before, a considerable amount of attention to everything involving pantyhose. She also started, around that time, to venture o...
Twice The Fun... Part One... My Slut had received her orders in the envelope which was always left on the kitchen counter before I left for work. She was to perform whatever was mentioned in this envelope, each day, without question -- either during the day if so asked, or to be ready for me when I get home. Whether it was a new outfit, a specific outfit,...
I was working out of town for a week on my own and staying in a rather seedy four storey hotel. The room was okay and clean enough, but the hallways and front lobby were shabby with old furniture and not very clean looking carpets. I had been there all week and seen some shady looking people around the hallways and in the elevators, but didn't think too much...
You had to be living under a rock this past year not to know the economy is in the pooper. But even in these economic hard times, people continue to buy houses. So it was when the old two-story cottage beside me went up for sale in the last quarter of 2007. It sat empty for nearly a year until a middle-aged woman purchased the property. That middle-aged wom...
That's her. She is lust, passion, pleasure, sexuality, and even sensuality personified. She is in the back, watching, lurking... She is wearing a tight red latex dress that shows off every enticing plus-sized curve. The top of the dress barely contains her DDD tits, and the bounce and jiggle just higher than the top allows for. The bottom covers maybe hal...
Author's note: This story was inspired by one of my fans, Joe Blow. Hope you enjoy. *** As I look at myself in the mirror I am sure that my date for tonight will approve. I wearing my white knee length skirt, my red blouse that matches my fire engine red painted finger and toe nails. Since my date is such a leg man, I splurged and bought a brand new pair o...
I had moved into a new neighborhood about 3 months ago. It wasn't anything super fancy, just a good decent middle-class neighborhood. Being a single guy, I was always on the lookout for any nice looking women. While I was moving in one of my neighbors from across the street came over to introduce themselves. Sarah and Brett Wicker were their names. Brett was...
Okay, so maybe I did sleep with my college professor to raise my calculus grade, but does that give someone the right to ruin my life? My Behavioral Studies teacher, Miss Compton, apparently thinks it does. When she found out about my rendezvous with my calculus teacher, Miss Compton threatened to have me expelled from college and threatened to nullify my tr...
As mentioned in Part 1, all Mistress and I had been waiting on was for the lease to run out on my place, so I could sort everything out and finally move into her place for good -- I had practically been living over the past few months anyway, so it really wasn't as big a move when it all came down to it. The entry way to our home, which was on the ground f...