**All characters in the story are, as identified, 18 years old or above.** Emily could not believe she was wearing this bullshit outfit. Like some slutty costume, but it was for real. She never wore skirts, especially ones cut at the knees, or white dress shirts, or knee high socks. It was all Jamie's fucking fault. Jamie's parents had bragged to Emily's p...
(Authoress Note: All disclaimers regarding characters, age appropriateness etc are in effect. This piece is about humiliation, degradation and other XXXX sexuality. This is a short story and not sure when or if I'll complete. If you read it I hope you like it and if it's not your thing just stop reading now. Thanks, I know I'm neither pretty nor young bu...
After coming out as a cross dresser to my sister, I spent almost all of my time at home dressed as a woman. I reasoned with myself that it was a phase triggered by my newfound freedom. My sister continued to be very supportive and treated me perfectly. She delighted in showing me how to do my hair and makeup. We went shopping together and helped me buy clot...
One spring day as I was walking to work, I felt a sudden and severe itch around my anus. Happens to everybody, right? But this was bad. Even on the crowded sidewalk of St. Catherine Street in Montreal, I found it hard to resist the urge to shove my hand down the back of my pantyhose and scratch my asshole. But I was a lady, a grown-up, somebody with self-con...
Nick stared at his drink impatiently. She had texted 5 minutes ago to say she had arrived at the garage across the street. He looked up and around the hotel bar scanning for her, then back to look at his phone for perhaps the 20th time. What was taking her so long? The prosecco he had ordered for her bubbled merrily in front of the stool beside him, indiffe...
We recently celebrated Collette's birthday with a wild orgy but I also wanted to give her some jewelry too. When I raised the subject, she got a naughty grin on her face and said she wanted to get pierced. Collette told me she wanted to pierce her tongue, her tits, her belly button and her clit all in one go. Wow! We went one Saturday afternoon to the local...
Jet lag can be a killer but it can also be a giver. If John McClane hadn't been fighting his jet lag in the corporate bathroom, he would have been rounded up with the others and the Die Hard franchise would have been snuffed at birth. Yippee-Ki-Yay mother hubbard! I'd been burning the candle not at both ends but burning it twice as fast on the work end. No...
Well, these things happen, I had been unemployed for a year, I had been to hundreds of interviews but there just wasn't anything out there for a poorly educated woman. Money had been so tight that for three months my husband and I had been fighting and last night was no different. Johnny had offered, days ago, to take me to an interview in Wellingborough as...
Ashleigh hummed to herself as she tried to brush some of her brown curls into submission in her shoulder length hair. She looked in the mirror in the dim light of her room and stuck her pink tongue out at her reflection. It didn't seem to matter how much brushing she did, it seemed like all it ever did was maker her hair fluffier. She didn't even know why sh...
Reuben trudged into the library as he had for every day this week - cold, tired and miserable. It seemed fitting that the clear night skies would greet him once more. Coupled with the gray misery that clouded the skies every day this week, the weather begot bone-chilling temperatures across the region. "How I loathe exam time," screamed the echoing thought...