Your name is Kirsten Fowler, you are a reporter in the city of Windover. You're 5'9" tall, you have B-cup breasts, and you wear your dark brunette hair in a pony tale. Several months ago you and your father, a policeman, were assaulted by... well. You're not quite sure what it was. Your father had picked you up from work that day and you'd been driving...
Role Reversal or Thanking One's Third-Grade Teacher A story by XXscribbler "MALLORY" was inscribed in flowing script on the brass door-knocker. Craig stood there, slightly nervous. Miss Mabel Mallory, his third-grade teacher, his hands-down all-time favorite, whom he'd not seen in the intervening seventeen years. She was absolutely seminal in his educati...
His business trip was over and he was about to be in bed with his wife for the first time in a week. Her trip to the diet clinic had also kept her out of touch as well. They both wanted this but, as he was about to find out, for different reasons. She was waiting for him in the bedroom, already under the covers. He could not see what she was hiding but he k...
CH. 6: TAKE YER' WHIPPING LIKE A SHAMED SLUT, SPOILT PRINCESS! "So you are the High'n Mighty, hoity -- toity Princess, huh????!!!! Not so hoity--toity now are we, highness??" His angry sarcasm was punctuated by furious swats on the black'n blue Blue-Blooded Bottom: Smack! Slap! Slash!!! OWWWWW! MERCEEE! I'll do anything, pleeeeeze STOP OWWWWW!!!! She wa...
His anger abating, he slows his fierce punishment. Pausing to look at what he has done, he hears her muffled sobs and feels her tears flowing freely as they drop from her reddened eyes. She is so vulnerable spread over his knees with her fiery red bottom offered for whatever punishment he deems. Welted, swollen, striped and bruised from his spanking, her ski...
I'm sitting in a leather armchair, you walk in the large room from a door behind me, your heels clicking on the white tiled floor. I don't turn around as I hear your footsteps and as you approach the side of my chair I point to the floor in front of me and say curtly, "There!" As you stand in front of me, naked but for your strappy, black shoes and leather...
He was my first. I'd heard of it but not experienced it. We'd been lovers for a time. I appreciated his enthusiasm. So far he'd matched my imagination. I looked forward to our meetings, to his fucking me. With little suggestion he did everything I wanted - oral pleasure, me on top, doing me doggy style in every room in my house. His control was lacking but...
Our marriage had reached the point that we were heading for a divorce. Tom came home from work, read the paper, and watched TV. I didn't do much more than that myself. Our lovemaking had become very mechanical and we rarely had sex. In a series of visits to a highly recommended family therapist he suggested that we work on improving our sex life by consultin...
BDSM with a little bit of race play rocks. Trust me on that one. One ride down that highway is enough to turn a casual visitor to the realm of butt fucking into a lifelong addict. Male or female, Black or White, it doesn't matter. Once you try it, you just might find yourself hooked. For life. Trust me, I know these things. My name is Catherine O'Neill. A fi...
Charlie Singer sat in the waiting room glancing at a magazine and watching the lady in the corner knitting a stocking. Ironically, he had always wanted to learn how to knit ever since Ashleigh Samson had made him a scarf their freshman year of college. The door swung open and a young blonde nurse dressed in mint green scrubs came out with a clipboard "Lydia...