Mera naam hai Kishor Magani. Mein tis sal ka hun. Mein aur meri patni Gujarat ke ek gaanv men ek nabalig jamindar ke trustee hein. Ye hamari khud ki kahani hai. Jab mein chhota tha tab ham bahut garib the. Pitaji ke paas chaar paanch bigha jamin thi. Do saal ki lambi bimari baad pitaji mar gaye tab mein solah saal ka tha. Mein aur meri vidhava ma akele rah...
My name is Joan. For the purposes of this story you don't need to know my last name, though I shall tell you a few details of my history and myself as they become pertinent to my tale. To start, I graduated from the University of Nevada, Las Vegas not long ago with double BAs in accounting and computer science. As our story begins I was 22 years old and had...
Ever since Erika took over, she's made me keep a journal of my life under her rule. At times of her choosing, she reads it on the premise that she needs to monitor my attitude, behaviour and my welfare, but at times she's admitted to me, that they're an erotic thriller for her as she reads how she makes me squirm under her authority and how she's reduced me...
Note- Not a true story but an invention of my own, any resemblance to real persons purely coincidental. ***** The Sybian of course was designed as a masturbation device for the stimulation and pleasure of women. The inventor realised that the woman in a superior seated upright position was the best for her orgasm. The barrel shaped saddle seat contains an...
He walked through the house turning out lights and locking the outside doors, the last thing he did before going to bed. She was in the bathroom, already in her nightshirt, bent over the sink washing her face. He walked behind her and as he walked by let his hand pass over her backside in an act of affection. Her only response was to stare icily at him th...
My wish is granted. "Just the vibrators first, Emma." HE plugs the dialled boxes, attached to the wires trailing from between my splayed legs, into a pair of wall-sockets and . . . ("JUST the vibrators. I do not understand.") . . . twists the left-most dials on the boxes half a turn. The imitation cocks start to buzz and shake in my well-stuffed holes....
Six months later: The lingerie and preggo division was up and running. Through trial, error, hundreds of hours going here and there, Irene had finally found a manufacturer stateside to make the garments. He was in Ohio, his grandfather and father both had been in the clothing manufacturing business, the facility was there, but he lacked long term commitment...
"Holy fuck, Professor!" She was staring at me, weak and out of breath. "Who the fuck are you?" I smiled, removing the chain from around her neck. "You can get dressed now. And, as we discussed, I'm simply your college professor. Nothing more." I undid the chain from around her waist to unlock the upper cabinet. Her breathing was still strained but calming...
Author's Statement: I am a new writer and this is my first submission. I want to write good stories and will accept all feedback. All I ask is that you be gentle since this is my first posting. ================ Just as most nurses have, I've seen my share of unusual things. I've worked in hospitals, as a private duty nurse and in doctor's offices. There's...
Hello Readers. Thank you to all of you who have sent me feedback. I appreciate all your comments. I am in my last year of University and have been crazy busy, so not much time for writing lately. Still, I couldn't resist jotting down one quick short story. I did a quick proof but apologize in advance for any errors I missed. I hope you enjoy. Happy humping,...