Somebody thought that the phrase WAM on my member page referred to the 80's pop group. I thought I needed to correct this misapprehension. Here's the first part of a story on that very subject...there are further episodes awaiting, if anyone's interested... Looking back, I think it was a mistake to tell Erin about my private fantasy. We had been going out...
This story initially started as a chapter within my series 'Messy Riding Lessons', however I felt it was a story which more people may enjoy as it is a little less extreme than some of what my characters have to endure! Therefore, I have created it as a stand-alone story, I do hope you enjoy it. ***** Sarah slept soundly. She was 19 years old with messy br...
Friday night out late and without a date. Bobby Quiff had struck out again and was on his way home from the local night club. He first needed a bite to eat to help soak up the alcohol swishing about in his gut. Nothing like stuffing your face late at night to help squash the loneliness overflowing from too many beers. Bobby usually at least got a phone numbe...
Hi my name is Julia i'm 42 years old and i'm with my daughter Sofia who's 20. I'm a pretty fit girl who are vegan. I Lost my husband 5 years ago and since that i never dated anyone. I'm a 5'2 brunette with medium size boobs and a medium sized ass too. I weighted around 130 pounds. My Daughter is 5'5 big boobs and small ass. She trained at the gym a lot since...
Author's note: As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in search of what these admittedly strange fetishes mean, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musi...
I guess the true beauty of submission is hard to write about. I hope that I was able to understand a submissive mind. That would please me quite a bit. If you don't like anything please let me know. ***** She was busy making dinner when her cell phone vibrates to see his message. She chuckles. While she is waiting for her ziti to cook, Paoala begins to set...
Clay, become dust, sifts through my toes and clings to my naked ankles like a lover's grip. Each particle melds into my body's proof of heat, birthing a fresh layer of me - as if I am becoming. Molten gold pours into the clasping arms of the trees dappling the path making inkblot plays of quarrels and elephants and cars. I pass through and into them, distort...
"Calm down now!" I yelled. It went quiet as they fumbled with their books. The Ice Queen had made her point. By the end of the day I had got back into the swing of teaching. It was only when I stood looking at the box of apples on my car bonnet my heart jumped. I picked up the note and read Pete's dare for me. Tomorrow after school he was coming to my hous...
A petite photographer becomes her own subject... I drove as quick as I could to Lucy's place, not that I was worried about Ursula warning her, but because I was eager to move on to my next victim. Lucy answered the door in a white t-shirt and pale blue sweatpants. "Oh," she said, startled; I had never spontaneously called round to her house before. "Hello....
Peyton let out a slew of curse words as she bumped her head on the window pane. She bit her lip to hold in a frustrated grunt and continued to push her huge duffle bag and the rest of her body through. Being careful of any sounds she made, Peyton quickly slid back the screen and closed the motel window. She let out a sigh of relief and scanned her surroundin...