As I look back at the first decade of the new millennium, I can't help but have conflicted feelings. Of course, I have no idea how history will describe this decade but I like the ring and connotation of calling them the naughts. Naughts, a convenient pun as in, naught any jobs, naught any peace, or naught any closer to saving our Mother Earth. In America t...
Deceptively guided through a garden path of ecstatic sexual exploits by a preternaturally mysterious woman, a young man's journey to sissyhood reaches a defining moment. He is Your Master Now Part 1: On the Precipice. Six months ago, Ambrose Sweet's body wasn't completely shaved, and he had never worn women's lingerie. Six months ago he was barely aware...
This story is true, but telling it makes me feel a little queasy. It's not disgusting or anything like that, but when I think of what I did, I feel both guilty and thrilled at the same time. My name's Peggy, but all my friends at college call me Pygmy I'm not on the campus now; I'm on summer vacation for another three weeks. Anyway, they call me Pygmy beca...
Angie stood at the edge of the sidewalk waving, as the red minivan pull away. Alone, she stood for the first time in her life. Her parents and her younger brother were in the van, leaving her standing alone to face her first day at college. To say she had lived a sheltered life would completely fail to capture the degree of social isolation she had experienc...
My head is aching from playing computer game all day long. I remember how miserable I felt while telling myself that this won't give me anything beneficial, that I should find something productive to do, over and over again, until I looked at the clock and remembered that dad will be arriving soon. I turned off the computer. Gaming hangover kicked in. It's a...
This is taken from a running email dialogue between a very sensual dominant woman and a submissive male - each in search of what the other has: Call this Part 1 Miss, I am infatuated with your note below: "What is it about a subtle shift in a glance, a slow lowering of lashes, a gentle throbbing of veins on the side of a long, thick neck that tells you ev...
This takes place right after Wanda Back at School series ends. I wanted to continue the series but try something new. I think this one has a different vibe. I tried to distance myself from the whole exposure/nonconsent debatable assault theme. If I continue the series I will bring that vibe back in the future. I have a few Ideas. I like my characters and it...
All characters committing or eluding to any sexual acts are 18 or older. *** I woke Early Monday, wondering if I should wear Miss Hallingsworth's nylons too class. I decided that I would; eager to show her my devotion, I got dressed and left a full hour before my usual time. I knocked on the classroom door two hours before my first class would start. "Miss...
They weren't even in the elevator before his hand was shoved down the back of her pants and he was groping at her ass, splaying her cheeks apart and pushing a finger up against her puckered asshole. They were in the elevator now and as the doors closed he pulled his hand from her pants and he spun her pushing her into the wall. A hand placed on each side of...
Janet, 45, held neighborhood pool parties during the summer and at this one her nephew Dave, 19, was the center of attention of the preteen girls who giggled. Of course they were given reason since his boxer trunks were a bit transparent and so the inner netting could be dimly seen with his substantial penis waving in it, unshriveled by the water. Watching...