Thomas Dubois stood outside the Midway Motel office and watched the gray clouds rake across the jagged mountaintops. The leaves were gone from the trees, and with them the tourist season. Business was dead, and that left too much time to think. It had been a busy summer and autumn; the cabins were filled almost every night. Tom handled everything alone, wh...
I used to hate traffic jams. Especially those after work ones. They're inevitable I know and also twice as long when you've had a bad day. I've always been cheeky and daring. I'm always the one that pushes it that little bit to far. The one that spoils it. Anyway, you get the picture I'm sure. Like I said I used to hate traffic jams. I grew to love them...
This story is a work of fiction, although some of the facts within it are true! Thanks to kjplotts for helping with the structure of the story. I am a 28 year old single heterosexual male who happens to enjoy cross-dressing. It started with the desire to wear high heels and after that developed into pvc, leather, latex...anything slutty to be honest. Th...
As I was preparing to write this story, I discovered on the top shelf of my closet an old file I'd lost track of, inside of which was a sealed envelope. When I tore it open, I was pleasantly shocked to see I'd saved the photos of my young wife naked in a river. There were others as well, her lying face up on the bed, smiling shyly, and swimming naked in the...
Chapter 4 Nancy's Sisters This is part of a series of events that my wife/mistress has told me to relate in the hopes of improving other couples lives. I would suggest reading them all (in order preferably) to get a clear picture of our female led marriage. A FLM does not have to include the delivery of pain or other kinks that some people object to (I do...
The following story is purely fiction and bears no resemblance to any actual life events. Characters are a work of imagination and do not reflect anyone real, living or deceased, or fictitious, and all are 18+. Please feel free to leave any questions, comments, of concerns, as they will be greatly appreciated. ***** Allison was tempted to play dress up so...
Author’s Note: This was actually inspired by a black & white photograph someone sent me last Thanksgiving. I wish I could share it with you, since it’s such a sensual image, one that still thrills me to this day...but it’s not my photograph, so I cannot post it without permission. Still, my thanks to the photographer and his, er, model, for such a vivid piec...
We knock on the door. As I hear footsteps from inside approach, my nervousness grows and I want to flee, but I resist. It's always like this, every time. But once it gets going I love it. It's more the fear of rejection, that they'll look at us and say "No, thanks" even though they've seen us online. It's silly but it is what it is. A balding 40-ish man ans...
You lean over, "Marie, isn't Mr. Roth hot?" Marie smiles at you. "Is there something you'd like to share with the class, Lizzy?" "No sir." "No? Perhaps you should visit the Headmistress, then." "Yes sir." You bow your head and stand up. As you are leaving the room, you see Mr. Roth pick up the phone on his desk. You knock at the door to Headmistress Do...
Her eyes darted back and forth, nervously, the silence lasting a BIT too long...she was panicking quietly, wondering what would happen if he told her parents...they'd ship her off to military school...and with her status as a 'Straight A' student...her reputation would be RUINED! As he told them to go to his class, she quickly scurried out, running as fast...