I work in an Irish pub named McNeal’s. I have been pouring beer and whiskey for the past four hours, all I can think about is my shower and my boyfriend Shane. Shane and I actually met in this pub. One night he was sitting at the end of the bar with all of his white collared buddies throwing back as many drinks as I could bring them. They were celebratin...
They met on an Internet personal matching service. He responded to her profile and after the typical fits and starts of introducing themselves, they e-mailed back and forth on a regular basis. Their e-mails rapidly became sexual in nature, interspersed with “Do you really like that kind of thing?” discussions, and their comfort level increased daily. It go...
This story is a follow up to the 'Bedroom Research' stories. * I think my minds been messed with; a few months back I would not have dreamed of dressing up in girls clothes but now I was looking forward to a special delivery. Mandy had told me what to order and I had been busy on line picking out a nice pair of frilly pink panties and a pretty sissy dress....
She noticed the trail of rose pedals right off as she shut her door and laid her purse and keys upon the hall table. She smiled as she waited a moment for a surprise pounce from her husband. He was always quite the trickster at valentines and the kids were at grandmas for the night so she expected he'd be at the door naked with a ribbon around his cock like...
ALL CHARACTERS IN THE STORY ARE OVER 18. ***** I don't know how it happened, but it eventually happened. I went from being a big dominant man to ending up becoming a submissive cock-sucking man. I don't know how it exactly happened but this is the story how I eventually changed... I had just turned 19 years old at the time when I was just a freshman in co...
As I come upstairs to your room I see your roommate going to study downstairs. This means that you are alone in the room. I will have plenty of time to do what I want to do. I knock on the door. When you open it I see the excitement in your face. You weren't expecting me home this early. You are wearing a white sweater and tight khaki pants and a white scar...
I started playing with her arse while I would tease her clit, something she protested was dirty and that she didn't want. But she didn't stop me from stroking her back there and as she would start to climax I would get her used to the feeling of one or two fingers sliding in. "Does it feel good?" I'd whisper. "No, don't do it, it's wrong," She'd say. "Are...
We’re in the wedding dress shop, the shop with the wedding dresses and the lace and the pretty, innocent pictures on the walls. The shop with the quiet, respectable pastoral music playing in the background. You want to show me a dress you saw in the window, a dress you think might be the one, the style you’ve been looking for. Wow, but we’re excited! Two wee...
We were out together, that late spring morning - she and I - lazily riding across the long grassland. Here the age-old, green road skirted the lower reaches of the escarpment. In a little while it would wend its way gently upwards. Those ancients, the ones from several thousand years ago, knew a thing or two when they trekked this way and drove their animal...
I walked down the still busy street, my coat flung over my shoulder. It was summer, and I was on my way to a new baby-sit address. The guy was a film producer, or so he said, and he had the cutest little toddler – I'd seen pictures. I was glad I found a new place to sit, having just turned 18, being bored and low on cash. When I reached the right street, I...