Everything working out fine A week had gone by with Rose grounded, by her daughter. 'Sorry, mom,' Rose said, hoping a week's punishment was enough. 'I promise to be a good girl,' she added, hoping to get around her. Rose was used to calling her daughter mom, since they had swapped roles. Rose hadn't wanted to, but Janice talked her into pretending to be...
Hi everyone, just thought I would tell you all about my one of my fantasies. Not sure if I am brave enough to do it in real life, but please let me know what you think. * I am dressed as a slutty TV schoolgirl walking late one night to a party at a friend's house. I am wearing a tight white short sleeved shirt with red trimmings, with a saucy red bra under...
1. Becoming a lesbian sissy slut I was eighteen years old when I became a girl. Or rather: When I was turned into a submissive lesbian sissy slut by my High School teacher, Miss Johnstone. She was an imposing woman, in her late fifties, tall and with short cropped grey hair. She had piercing green eyes and a well-trained body that she kept in shape by regul...
You stand neud in a large, empty room. 7 naked schoolgirls are here, ready for sex: Kaylee, Megan, Sarah, Anna, Macy, Alissa, and Jessica. You have never fucked a girl before, so you invited these young, sexy slutts. They are best friends and the hottest girls at your school. They always wear short skirts and no bras to show their lovely bodies. You often se...
Two weeks had passed since Sam dressed up as a schoolgirl and was deflowered by Mark. Since then life had returned to relative normality. Since John was now deep into his final exams, Mark advised they cooled their fun as not to distract him. With the last exam passed there was a plan for an end of school party at one of the kids houses the following Satu...
I had sat in the reception area not five minutes when I began to hear the moaning. The room itself was not ten yards long, with a lush burgundy carpet and mahogany panelling. On the far wall sat a grate, cut square into the mahogany, painted to match the dark wood colour. It was there the moan drifted from. I stood up, looking about back into the porchway,...
Bridgette looked over her shoulder to see Mr. Harrison following her into the kitchen. She could also see Paul shadowing the two of them, although he stopped at the door when it rocked shut behind Daniel. She knew now that she and the professor would be alone, and that Paul would be listening and watching the two of them. Daniel's green eyes watched Bridge...
I met my second wife when she was still at school, a decade or so ago. Kelly was sweet sixteen back then, an A-Level student, I her English tutor. Happily married as I was at the time, the gangly schoolgirl barely warranted a second look, though would later confess that she wanted me from the moment our eyes first met across a row of desks. It's funny how...
Amanda was a nice, normal girl with no annoying habits or quirks. And this was good, because she was going to be my room-mate at university for at least the next year. It was a relief to find we got on with each other, and in fact we had several things in common, such as bands we liked, TV programmes we loved and hated, favourite clothes shops and the like....
This is one is about a bit of role-reversal from our previous stories; My wife and I have discovered that we're both switches, and we keep swapping the dominant and submissive roles. *** It was a warm evening in Leetown, where my wife and I were spending a quiet weekend. We had just finished a sumptuous dinner at the Quay, and were merrily ambling along th...