Hi again, it's Jen, back after a while. I recently had a really fun time I wanted to write about, and I'm going to try to get through this quickly, without playing with myself too many times! Several Saturdays ago here in Phoenix was really windy, warm but not hot yet (thank goodness!). My boyfriend of a couple years was out of town again (he travels for b...
A lovely young lady recently shared a fantasy of hers with me... "I'd like to go to your house and pretend we are meeting for the very first time. I know nothing about BDSM. You hand me a drink and we sit down to chat. We talk about general things like the weather and where we work. "I am a little shy and standoffish. You want to fuck the shit out of me....
I have been trying so hard to break into the film industry that my husband thinks I'm willing to sell my soul. Mark says that I'll end up having to sign mysterious contracts in blood. Where does he get this stuff, you know? I've done everything I'm supposed to. I landed an agent - that was hard! I had my composite and my resume of acting classes and plays...
Disclaimer: If you are offended by gay sex or curious old men or dominant women skip this story. Reading the earlier installments is necessary to make any sense of the story. If you can offer help improving my writing or this story please comment, any constructive criticism is appreciated! I sat in my car trembling with excitement. I wanted to stroke myself...
Introduction: This story takes place in a small rural New England coastal town during the mid - 1960's. It's about a young married couple named Pam and Bob. Pam was an attractive, shy, inexperienced, innocent young girl, with a strong conservative upbringing who had celebrated her 20th birthday just this past February. Bob was not as shy, but equally inexper...
It was five o'clock in the morning when Jim's alarm roused him out of a deep sleep and forty five minutes later he was heading through the lanes to New Farm. He hadn't got quite the same spring in his step this morning; there was a strong sense of apprehension, a feeling that he'd got into something that he wasn't going to be able to control. He just knew th...
Chapter 13 The Slave, The Prostate Heather just sat and watched the exhausted slave. She was beginning to find herself tired also. Besides tired, she was still aroused and had been working on the slave, paying no attention to her own sexual need. This wasn’t something that occurred often, but now that she was feeling that old feeling, she wanted to do somet...
Her: The day has come, he's finally coming home. He's been gone for 12 months. She is full of anxiety wanting to make sure everything is perfect for the homecoming. This is a challenge because the children will be there also. She wouldn't want them to miss that moment. She decides that she will dress her normal conservative self with some subtle hints of se...
I'd been working at the bookstore for about a month. I got along well with the owner, Mrs. Johnson but she was pretty stuffy. She was friendly enough, but seemed very conservative. She wore dresses most of the time and they were almost always below her knees. She always addressed me as Mr. Barnett and though her name was Chloe, she insisted that I call her M...
Hi again, it's me Jessica. I can't believe what I am going through. If you already know me, then you know that I'm five feet tall, with a nice ass, and c-cups. Sorry if the description is a little short, but this is the sixth time. Please read 'A Teaser 1-4' and 'Still Teasing' My husband and I got home that night and had sex on the living room rug. Afterw...