I am a raging panty freak. I have been using dirty worn panties to jerk off with since I discovered my mother's hamper at the age of 14. The silkier the better and none of those little thongs, they have to be full cut, or they do nothing for me. It must be because full cut nylon panties were all my mother wore and they are what I cut my teeth on, so to speak...
Chapter 09 Senior Class field trip bares all Author's note -- This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. Any resemblance to real life people, events, or someone else's writings is coincidental. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent. I think you will find this chapter a l...
Cassie was born on an Alabama plantation to third generation slave parents. While they had never known any other way of life the white plantation owners had only recently become wealthy enough to own slaves. Not really knowing what to do with them the Jackson's kept the Black family in the guest house and had them wait on them for dinners and such. So it was...
Chapter 4: Bridging the generation gap The Carolina summer seemed to pass by like a lazy river flowing down to the ocean. Spring was a distant memory, as was when Roz had moved into the house. She was now as much a part of this house as any of the other things in it. All thoughts of her finding a place of her own place were long forgotten. Nor did we even b...
Background Terri and I had been married for about seven years when, out of the blue, she left me. I had no idea why. She returned about a month later. During the marriage counseling sessions that followed, we spent many hours talking with a psychologist. Terri said she didn't know who she was. She also told the shrink, I wouldn't let her be her. What th...
Roberta McGarrett was the consummate professional, strictly all-business, crisp and efficient; till she discovered that a touch of bondage and a smack of discipline could do wonders for the soul. * At the sound of the opening door, I heard her scramble off the bed; knowing she would quickly kneel facing the doorway. And by the time I stepped into the room,...
I look around the bedroom and it was dark, very dark. There was nothing unusual about that, considering I had just woken up in the middle of the night suddenly. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was too dark, there was no light coming from the window, it was the darkest it had ever been. I reached up to my eyes and felt that they were covered, I ha...
I had dated her for close to five years. We had met in college and continued to date after graduation. For whatever reason, the relationship didn't quite work out. It took some time to get over the hard feelings, but we remained friends. She is still the person I confide in about everything in my life. Relationships, jobs, family... we shared our feelings fr...
A makeshift frame, this was a spur of the moment thing. While she was at work, he cleaned the garage and found some PVC pipe, the primer and cement to glue it together, some pin hinges, and some zip ties. He measured as best he could, guessing at what he was building in relation to her size. She was short, only five foot, one-half inch, and in most cases cou...
As the fall approached, I was not quite feeling like myself. I knew for some time that I was changing inside, almost as if I was trapped inside of an empty shell. It was frustrating because it felt like someone else wanted to emerge but was suppressed by all the fear and judgment of society. I somehow knew that today would bring something new. It began on m...