3:00 pm 12/16/15 - Present day My name is Christine, and I'm a 30-year-old high school teacher with a very interesting tale to tell. I'm a sex slave to a computer. But to fully understand what brought me to this moment, I need to start from the beginning. I grew up an only child in a farmhouse. It's not that my parents were farmers they just wanted the so...
His blondish housewife was trembling and wouldn't make eye contact when she got into my car. We were in the back of a Target parking lot. She had picked this place because she thought it was public, and safe. She was dressed in a purple velour track suit that made her look a bit frumpy. In reality, she had the type of body that really got me hard. A big,...
As Sarah awoke and began her day she was sooooo excited to be at the beach and away from her conservative parents... she was a gorgeous but extremely sheltered teen who although she had blossomed a beautiful set of tits that were perky solid B cups they looked like C's od D's on her extremely petite frame... Sarah was toned and sexy but had the look of a muc...
Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, sometimes, dear readers. It's a lonely job, being the voice of reason, y'know? I don't like it any more than some of you do! I've spent going on 25 years being a unrepentantly kinky deviant, literally since before it was cool, when most people's images of BDSM came from Judas Priest videos. That's a long time be...
Hair Bands For Christmas Copyright Oggbashan November 2017 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ***********************************...
This is the realest story I'm going to write because it's basically a letter to all future lovers of mine and at some point if you are the girl that marries me you will read this. This is a basically a how to for loving me in the erotic manner. I have used my stories as an outlet. I knew by middle school that I had these fantasies of being tied up and domi...
The blanket wrapped tightly about her otherwise naked body, she kneels before the fireplace. As she basks in the warmth of the fire, she watches the wild dances of the many flames, drawn in by their hypnotic movements. Focusing her attention on the yellow-orange light, she falls inside herself, deep into her mind, thinking back upon the evening, an evening h...
(This is my first story, let me know what you guys think!) As rain poured down all around her, a young woman took the moment to glance up at the innocuous building in front of her. The small sign above the door provided some indication of her location. "Bondage Inn..." The woman thought to herself as she read the wording. "Yup...I'm in the right place." She...
"Jean Meredith." That is what it said on the name plate sitting my new desk. The lettering was an Old English style. It was the first name plate I had ever had. Of course, this was my first job: the new junior reporter for the Hemmingsburg Report newspaper. The newspaper office is on the second floor of an old building in downtown Hemmingsburg. It was not th...
My heart was pounding as I walked up the three flights of stairs in the old apartment building. It has obviously been built in the late 1950's before more modern building codes were enacted. The staircase was wide and solid. The paint was a drab green. I reached the third floor and opened the door into the hall. Aromas of ethnic cooking filled my nostrils as...