Dear Dirty Diary, Friday, October 31st at precisely 6 pm, our doorbell rang. "Trick or Treat," demanded our first Halloween revelers. I thought the two young women, dressed in dark trench coats were a little old for this but when the Russian sounding blond spoke, "Thank you, Laura," I realized it was duty nurse Jennifer and she'd brought an assistant along....
"Mr. Janus." A female voice whispered. Her voice was the only sensation Mr. Janus had felt in the dark, and it was far away. He was confused but regaining consciousness. "Who are you?" Mr. Janus asked. He was blindfolded, bound to a chair, struggling to find the reason for his immobility. His wrists chaffed against the coarse rope that tied them to his ank...
It was a very warm August night following a very hot August day in Portland Oregon. I was laying half dressed on my bed on the second floor of my house with all the doors and windows open. The fan was blowing sweltering air around. I had a date that night with Justine, a woman I had been dating for a short time and who I felt very comfortable around. I shou...
Sandra and Jeanette paused in stunned silence. They had not even been sure that they could conceive, but this was confirmation, Sandra was indeed fertile. Very fertile. "We're going to have a baby!" Jeanette gasped, barely audibly, "Oh God, Sand! You're inside me!" She stood up and taking Sandra's hand placed it in her own stomach, pressing it into herself...
{Note: You do not need to read any other of my stories, although this might make slightly more sense if you read "Broke Oak: Millie" first as this is follows that one in my series of stories about living in a nudist resort in Texas called Broke Oak Resort.} I am not that unusual in many ways. There are quite a few folks that live full time in a nudist resor...
This story is a work of fiction, all characters are fictional and obviously the events are fake. You may reprint this as needed, just give credit to the author. If any differences occur between continuity, accept the one you like better as truth, and enjoy! Shall I do another recap? For some reason a magical pair of panties fell into my possession, me, bein...
*This story, all my stories in fact, CAN BE READ ON ITS OWN. The "Stacey the Mistress" 3-part series is in itself its OWN story. However, for those that haven't read the others, this one follows "Stacey the Lover" which follows "Stacey the Temptress", all of which are rated around 4.50 (very hot!). Some of these stories actually happened to me with her...*...
Julia pulled out her toolbox, grinning as it rattled across the floor. It was a huge, heavy thing, bound in faux black leather with satin nickel struts and latches. She fished out a small, heart-shaped key. The lock came open with a snicking sound. Julia was all legs and curves, a red headed and green-eyed vision of Amazonian paradise. Tommy, if he'd known...
Chapter 18 : Memories Turn after turn, the lab tech led a chained Aiya through white corridors, up stairs and through doorways. When her sense of direction was thoroughly confused, she was led into an elegant waiting room with a few younger females working behind a large desk. The only thing the girls were wearing was some sort of leather harness that accen...
Our discussion would have to wait because afterwards we both needed a shower. We went to our bedroom and showered together, soaping each other, then rinsing one another. It was like we were newlyweds. Afterwards I dried her long hair, wrapped it in a towel, then dried the rest of her body. I was on my knees toweling between her legs, then between the crack o...