*************************** Copyright jeanne_d_artois June 2010 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. *************************** Lau...
This is a real story that happened recently. On a Saturday, Tara rings up and informed that her Dad has to be dropped into the nearby health check center and that she would like to drop in on Sunday afternoon. So, I naturally planned to pass my Sunday in holy abstinence from my sex encounter with Tara for the Sunday. As the day passed by, I used the time...
A few more days passed. Nisha continued to bath in her panties. It was her brother who always showed up in the backyard. He had lied to his father about a special class and had to leave early. That way he could be next in line to take bath after Nisha. This helped Nisha as well, because her father might put a stop to it. Nisha couldn't think of a way to pe...
Copyright Oggbashan April 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story is a fetish scene with consensual bondage. **********...
Morag eased her bottom over my nose and gently rubbed herself backwards and forwards against my tongue which I had extended. Her French-knickers were rather damp, sticky and 'aromatic'. Morag seemed a bit more worldly-wise than either her sister or I and she was clearly intent on pleasuring herself on my face. Her petticoats swished and froufroued over me...
My girl friend, Tara believes that she should tell her story as well. She says that my story “_______” does not capture the real womanly view on the matter. Also, she insists that I fucked her many more times on that day. In many more positions. I appear to have forgotten. May be I did. The fact is, I enjoyed fucking her. She may have counted the number of p...
Note: This story is entirely a work of fiction, and should only be viewed as a fantasy. Any similarities to actual events or people are entirely coincidental. All characters are over 18. ***** Peter stood there looking at the black stilettos, with so many questions on his mind. He wondered why his brother would ever own stilettos, much less why their mothe...
Intricate patterns of frost melted away under my hands firmly pressed against the window of my third story flat, and I watched them turning to drops and rivulets in silence while he unlaced the corset that bound my waist and breasts. Every now and then a warm finger would tease its way under the laced edge of my chemise, making the nerves under my skin flare...
I remember it as if it was yesterday but in fact it was 1958 and I had just turned eighteen. I had been sent up to the Scottish highlands, by my parents, to stay with my aunt Annie and her identical twin daughters Megan and Morag. My cousins, who were also eighteen, met me from the train at Glen Gussie station. As the steam cleared from the platform I made o...
Prabha was sitting on the sofa with bra and almost transparent white satin petticoat. I was standing in front of her, in my lungi (sort of night dress), practicing for the next day presentation. As I finished each slide, she bent forward to click the "next" button on the laptop. As she bent forward to click the laptop on the center table, I could see the de...