*This is my first story about my girlfriend and I...all feedback welcome!* It had been too long...the underlying theme in our relationship. My girlfriend and I had lived on separate continents for a large portion of the early days of our relationship. Finally after a lot of distance and hard work I was moving to live with her, sitting on a cramped but oth...
Below is an interview I had with beautiful Chinese lady who I had no idea was a slut for black men. She doesn't want to talk about it publicly as she lives in a conservative Asian society in South East Asia. For the sake of the story I shall call her Vanessa (this is not her real name). Some aspects of the story have been embellished while remaining true to...
Goldilocks was well known in the village, and not for anything good. She was so named because of the golden curls on her head, and on her pussy, not that she let anyone openly look, but she did enjoy roaming around town panty less. She was, as some would call her, a flirt, a tease even. She liked getting her own way and she always did thanks to her Daddy who...
On a dark, cold night, the only lighting is coming from the moonlight shining through the open window. Dull white curtains sway in the breeze. A thick layer of dust rests upon every piece of furniture. The floor is covered with clothes and other random objects that had been tossed aside in a hasty scramble to collect what was most valuable. An abandoned bedr...
This was her sanctuary, her home away from everyone and everything. This is where she went when she couldn't take anymore from her fans, her representatives, her friends, or even her family. None of them knew where she had her hideaway and that was the way that she wanted to keep it. She didn't come here that often, but when she did she needed to get away fr...
"I like your costume." How many of the celebrants must have told her that? Why couldn't she believe in herself more? "The skirt's broken." Zipper problem in back. Nobody would have noticed if she hadn't pointed it out. Her hair trailed down back as she turned around. Halfway to her waist. The curve of her back. Her fitted shirt. Shiny. Was it sticking to h...
I straighten my skirt, trying to keep it from revealing anything as another businessman files past me. The thin fabric always flies up at the smallest disturbance. Master never allows me to wear panties when I come to meet him, and I would hate for everyone here to see how wet I am underneath. I had to stand the entire way on the subway, even when a nice man...
************************************ Lol you guys, my readers, are so assertive. I had so many friendly requests/borderline threats about this Epilogue it was unbelievable. But hey, it just shows how much you enjoy my stuff and I'm not gonna complain lol. I'm happy you love it. But this is just a cute little update on them, nothing too heavy, fun, upbeat. N...
The two main characters in most of my stories are based on my wife and myself and tend to be about first time experiences. Events within are also based on our real life experiences, but do not take them too literally. If you read all my stories then we have had many first experiences, so they will often contradict each other, they are more about stories I...
Steven sat staring at his laptop, openmouthed in amazement, at the email that had appeared out of nowhere in the account he reserved for his secret, erotic purposes. It was from a woman who called herself Mistress Susan and she was saying how much she had enjoyed a femdom story he had written and posted on a website. As an amateur writer of erotic fiction...