If you are reading this in hopes for a stroke story, I am sorry to disappoint you. There is very little sexual interaction and a lot of plot development that will make the subsequent chapters flow. * The next morning I awoke in absolute pain. I could not find Alex. I grabbed the crutches and hobbled to the dresser. I pulled on an aqua-colored tee-shit. I...
She sits watching the crowd pass by, slowly sipping her favorite coffee, clearly lost in her own thoughts. There is nothing remarkable about her. In every way possible, she is ordinary. She is not young or old or thin or fat, but certainly underneath her drab gray dress lurks the outline of what is unmistakably the perfect silhouette of a woman. The only rem...
Vivian pegs and administers strong discipline to her subbie boy, who is learning to accept his role. Suggest you read Chapters one and two of this series first. Hope you enjoy it. The morning after our discussion and more at Vivian's, I was relaxed and looking forward to our rendezvous at the pool, reassured our activities were to be mutually agreed upon....
Sara was absolutely mortified. She heard her new friend T, gasp when she came in the living room with Mr. J. Sara wished beyond all hope that she could turn invisible. T was a little taller than her, but Sara was a little chubbier, self consciously so, and she could only imagine what her bottom looked like to her new friends, poking out from under her lift...
This is the fifth installment of the "Our Steven, Our Stephanie" series, and I wish to give my thanks once again to the continued support and great feedback I have received for the chapters I have written and submitted thus far. You people out there have made it a joy to write for this site [as well as provided many great stories for me to have read on my of...
Deep in the English countryside the little community of Southcombe is a place most tourists, too timid to abandon their satnav and leave the main road, drive past without noticing. Which is very much their loss, for this is an exceptionally pretty town, unspoilt by chain stores and burger bars, whose fortunate residents possess the essentials of modern lif...
This story features caning and spanking. All characters are well over 18. ***** While Miss Wilson enjoyed being around school for some of the hols when things were quiet and one might relax, she also always felt a need to get out and about and keep up with old friendships (and perhaps make some new ones). She packed up a case to hold about a fortnight's wo...
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...
Gail Bennett sat down behind her desk in the history classroom at Davis Academy. Miss Bennett, now in her mid-30s, had been teaching at Davis for almost a decade now, and realized, only slightly to her chagrin, that she was getting to be one of the more veteran faculty members. She was generally well-liked by the students, made her subject interesting, and...
Jack came home and quickly changed into more comfortable slacks from his suit and tie. He sat down at the computer and logged on to check his e-mail and found that a couple of his online girlfriends had written to him and quite graphically described how they hoped their next meetings with him would take place. He wrote back rather briefly as he enjoyed makin...