Author's note: This is largely a fetish story about people using the bathroom. *** My name is Emily. I'm an anxious, awkward person who has trouble making friends. In my mid-20s, I finally moved out of my parents' place. I ended up in a cheap, roach-infested apartment on the outskirts of New Rochelle. Two other girls were already living there. I paid m...
Note: readers should be warned that this story contains explicit references to watersports and scat (shit) sex. "Arse" is the British spelling of "Ass" and "Fanny" in Britain means vagina. ***** I had arrived home from school feeling horny; damned horny. I blame my pupils of course - eighteen year old girls know exactly how to charm their male teachers; t...
Trixie, the 19-year-old, 5'5", adorable, assistant-manager, with big baby-blue eyes, high cheekbones, a cute dimpled chin just like her gorgeous aunt, thick long curly platinum-blonde hair, and an incredible 36GG-28-33 hourglass figure that her too small red knit turtleneck sweater, skintight white riding breeches, and shiny brown riding boots hugged like a...
As I write this I cannot believe what has happened. First, by way of description, my wife, Lorrie, has a fantastic sexy smile and deep blue eyes and long straight blonde hair that reaches her waist when it is not matted from having just been washed. Lorrie stands five feet six inches tall and she is very slender even after having two wonderful kids she we...
Sara leaned forward. "So, are you doing anything after class?" she asked. "I hadn't thought about it," said Kerry. She sat in the desk in front of Sara. Sara was a strawberry blonde, five feet and seven inches tall in her socks. Kerry was a brunette, half an inch taller than Sara. Both were built like athletes, yet they were feminine enough to turn heads....
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is written in first-person subjective narration format. Most first-person narration stories involve an *objective* narrator, who describes events as they actually happen (but of course, the concept of "actuality" depends on acceptance of objective reality). In this story (as with most of mine) the narrator is highly subjective. She...
Gino Harrison walked into his office. He had been working for Jefferson & Mason for three years now. It was an advertising agency. Gino was a tall black man in his early thirties. He had dark brown skin and curly black hair. A rather handsome man. Gino was a somewhat successful man. He engrossed a couple hundred grand a year and that wasn't bad at all. Espec...
"Now, surely we can work something out," Fabonita smiled down at Carol. Carol had to admit she had never cum like that in her life; by any man or by herself, nothing had turned her on like watching Fabonita dominate that small man. She couldn't deny it— she was interested. "What would I be doing?" Carol asked timidly, looking down from Fabonita's large brow...
Megan, the owner of Padded Bliss, had just asked Angela to change her diaper. It seemed to be the final part of the job interview, and while it shouldn't have freaked her out this much, it did. It made total sense though. She knew Angela liked diapers, but to get this job, she had to prove she knew how to change them. She took a deep breath and imagined tha...
On a Tuesday morning, Angela's alarm didn't go off. It wasn't even set, for that matter, but she still yawned awake at around 7 a.m., her internal clock so well-developed. It usually came in handy but not so much today. It was her day off from Padded Bliss, as it was for everyone else at the spa. Cold weather in the region had frozen the pipes in the buildin...