Dear Readers, This is the fourth story in my journal, about my current relationship. I give tease and denial another crack, and I think that I do a MUCH better job than the weekend before. Practice makes perfect... and I intend to keep practicing. This story contains, among other things, femdom, rope bondage, cross-dressing, a ton of dirty dialogue, and of...
Thank you Allaboutne for your help. ***** *** Flashback to Late Spring of Senior Year in high school - Chapter 2 takes place roughly 6 months before Chapter 1*** DC sat staring at the Melody's back. They had been in classes together since preschool. They lived a few houses apart and had been best friends as toddlers but now they never even spoke. He had h...
"Oh my God, Nancy, what have you gotten yourself into?" I asked myself. Maybe I moved too far, too fast. Let me back up a little. I won't bore you with the details of how I met this guy (the internet) or how I got to know him. I will tell you that I was looking for some BDSM 'action'. I didn't have any experience, except for the time I locked my hands behi...
Note: There is a light bondage/BDSM in here, it is not usually where I go so I thought I would give a warning here. It really isn't my fault, I just write the stuff down, and Nikki lives for kink after all.... Hope you like it. Chapter 7 -- Sam and Gabriela. Well it's been a week since the crazy five way. I'm pleased to say Pia was both back to her gentl...
While aimlessly wandering around the front of the Jane Marwood Hall, Paul was approached from behind by a short, thin girl with jet black hair and her taller brunette acquaintance. He was brought to his knees and his hands that were previously covering his genitals were parted away so that his insipid manhood was exposed to them. He nervously looked up at t...
I learn my place, at the hands of two powerful women. I'd just called in for a coffee, but as I have nothing pressing to do for the rest of the evening, I stay for a glass of wine, then a second. It's not unusual for coffee to become wine. I've been calling in after work just to chat, maybe bring some take-away, for a couple of months. Not every night, but...
The summer of 1973 was to be my last year delivering the morning newspaper, a job that didn't pay much but was better than nothing for a high school student. Since I was going off to college in the fall The Schenectady Gazette would have to find another desperate for cash kid to pedal around the rural roads of Duanesburg, New York in rain, sleet, snow and co...
The jewelry case was closed, but unlocked. The ties in the men's section were crooked and mismatched. I must be just awful at my job, I thought. The truth is that I was just terribly frustrated, emotionally drained, and had been on my feet for the past twelve hours. Jack left me with the keys. What kind of manager leaves a petite twenty-four year old woman...
I was late for class this morning and I needed to get out of my apartment building fast. The elevator doors opened up and I immediately thought to myself, of course it's full, fuck me. Living on the eleventh floor meant I wasn't taking the stairs. So make a spot and squeeze in. My mind was starting to get exasperated, please nobody pass gas. The only good t...
You know that feeling when you finally exit the gym after a long day of training, fighting and keeping your personal coach Adrianne off of your dick because she is madly in love with it and she'd like to just simply suck your balls out through your urethra and chew on them with the most orgasmic expression possible? Yup, I know that feeling too well. My na...