Trying to work out what exactly it is that is the fountainhead of one's leaning towards particular sexual desires is always hard. Maybe, for me, it was that time in early puberty when my elder sisters, in one of their endless attempts to put a brighter sibling in his place, tied me up so I was unable to free myself. Honestly, it's either that or, later, the...
'How the hell did I get into this?' the little voice inside my head asks me. 'And why are you so horny doing this?' the voice continues. People who know the real, public version of me would be disgusted and shocked. As a professional lady who has been happily married for fifteen years, with no kids and a staid sex life, I have been secretly Dominated for the...
Clara prepared for the evening. She dressed in her black lace bustier, g-string panties, and black stockings. She slid on her black leather ankle boots and stood admiring herself in the mirror. She turned and walked away from the mirror with her head turned so she could admire her ass. She wondered if her Master appreciated her efforts to meet his needs and...
[Author's note - this story is about desperation and wetting fetishes. If that's not your thing, this would be a very good place to stop...] "Where is she?" Kate wondered aloud, looking at her watch again. She and Liz were outside a wine bar in the centre of town, waiting for their friend Sam. It was the night of the Bursting Club Pub Crawl, and it wouldn't...
Will stood in the small bookshop staring longingly at the outside world passing him by. Not for the first time, he found himself asking why he had dropped out of college and settled for working in a dead end bookshop, where they hardly had 2 customers a day. Only one thing made this job tolerable, and that was his sexy Irish boss, Catherine. However, she was...
About this time last year I was coming back to London on the train from Manchester. I sat in my reserved seat and hoped that somebody attractive, interesting or both would sit at the same table. Unfortunately I was soon joined by three women probably in their sixties with nothing funny, bitchy or even philosophical to say to one another. They just chatted ab...
As I noted in the story about my spring break trio, my name is Kirsten. Twenty-five years old, not long out of a long term relationship, I have begun exploring my sexuality. I 'm 5'2" about 135 lbs with reddish hair. I'm not real big up top, 32C, but I've had no complaints, and I am still firm, and my build is more athletic than super curvy. I had come bac...
How it all began. It all started with a crazy idea. Sat in a public bar, Mick and I were simply bouncing ideas off each other for possible ideal jobs. He turned to me and said "the best job in the world has to be filming those porno stars" to which I replied "No... The best job in the world would be filming everyday housewives and their dirty little fantasi...
1) Thanks to my proof reader. 2) This is loosely based on a true story, pretty much how I would have liked things to have gone. 3) This story is for 18 plus. 4) Don't read if you are not in to WS or pantie sniffingng. This goes back to about 2000. I was working nights at the time. I would sometimes go to an adult shop near where I worked to buy porn....
Sabrina sighed and glanced at her watch pointedly. Again. "Alex are we going to have to just change the shooting schedule today?" She called in the direction of the director who was talking with the crew. "I'm sure Lori will be here soon Sabrina." Alex assured her, his tone polite but impersonal, not like the way he normally spoke to the woman he'd once sle...