Michael took Shelby's hand and led her down the staircase. It was the first time he had ever hosted a woman in his apartment. He had had his share of female in his retro bachelor's pad, but only in the company of other people. He was nervous. But anxious. It had been about two months since he's held the scent of a woman in the palm of his hand. Shelby smel...
Chapter 1: : Homebase "What?" I exclaimed as I spun around from the coffee maker with my fresh cup of coffee and stared drop jawed at my husband Art. The motion made my robe gape open just enough for him to see my cleavage. I pulled the top of my robe together to keep his mind on the conversation at hand. One glimpse of any breast and the man's mind was gon...
On the third day of my trip I arrived at a small town in Kansas. It was not just any small town, it was her small town. The trip had been just that, a trip. Damn, it had been tiring, but also exciting. You can't ride a really fast motorcycle with open road in front of you and not excite yourself a little bit. And this machine was really fast, the fastest pr...
If another fucker knocks on my door, I'm gonna swing for my baseball bat I cursed my anxious mind, seething with nervous tension. Adrenaline hit every nerve in my body as I paced the room like a frantic idiot, and before I knew it, my teeth chattered, in a world of their own, but without the faintly goose bumps that normally occur with a chill. The smoulde...
Sister Mary Celeste absently twirled the wedding band on her left hand. Here she was, a bride of Christ, a bride of God, and her omnipotent Hubby couldn't even get it up. Not like in the old days when he porked the brains out of that slut Mary, anyway. (Sister Mary harbored a many great evil thoughts about that particular virginal whore, even if she was tech...
It was a September Friday evening, in 1988, with just a hint of briskness in the blustery wind. Which added to the already complicated 'dressing dilemna'. For guys, of course, it was no issue. For us girls, only five items, with shoes and everything else counted separately – well, there was going to be a shortfall somewhere, and even more so as the temperatu...
Chapter 3: Sarah's First Day as a Puppy Slave Sarah had managed to finally get to sleep after tossing and turning in her cage. She had been sealed in a restraining Dalmatian colored bitchsuit the previous night by Brian, the person supposedly assigned to be her mentor at state slave university. Brian had dreamed of what it would be like to have his own pu...
The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person, location or situation in particular. All characters engaged in any sexual activity are at least eighteen. This submission is intended to be the start of a short series about a mature man starting to model for an artist, leading to other fun sexual activities. This is my first story so plea...
It has been a while since we last posted a story. A lot has happened in that time. For the sake of continuity, we will start where we left off. This continues our first weekend with our new bull, Danny. We thought we would experiment with a different style of writing. It is sort of a dialog/point-counter point. Let us know if you like it. Kate: If the even...
A yellow checkered cab pulls up in front of the church. I hike up my enormous crinoline skirt and trip into the backseat. Troy runs outside as I slam the car door. “Maeve! Wait!” I knock frantically on the plastic partition. “Go. Now. Please.” The cab driver speeds off, leaving Troy and everything else behind. I look at my reflection in the window. My ma...