Thank you for all of you who voted for part 1 of this story, and for anonymous who though that part one was a cuckold story; I suggest that you read on. My sincere thanks go to my friend, who is my muse, I will not identify her for fear of embarrassing her, but she definitely inspired these two stories, and I am indebted for her input and continual support...
Writer's note: The following story is 100% true THE DRIVE The drive to Austin was 8 hours in good weather. Today it had been raining, and it was going to be 11 hours in the car, by arrival time. I was acutely aware of how long the car ride had been so far, for several reasons. The biggest of which was the overly-tight pair of pink sissy panties, curren...
We'd been together for a couple of years already and I was very happy with my boyfriend. He was caring, kind, and the perfect partner, I could easily see myself marrying him. Up until then, I had met very few of his friends, socially we just kept to the habit of keeping in our own circles and never mixing. Then one day one of his close friends was in town an...
Changes Chapter 1 After being locked into the micro-sized chastity device for an incredibly long 37 days of teasing torture and denial, I had become more and more submissive to her with each passing day. I was waiting for her to make the trip to come live with me, after a very long, long distance relationship. We've both been switches throughout our relati...
I haven't said more than "good morning" to her in the office hallway, at the coffee machine or by the shared printer. I can't. She'd see right through me. Even when she says "good morning" I stare longingly at her large, moist lips and beautiful smile. HR hired Arjelia two months ago as an HR Specialist. She's always dressed business formal despite the fact...
This story is about wife sharing so you shouldn't read it if that bothers or offends you. In fact it's as much about the psychological side of wife sharing as it is about the physical side. With special thanks to Amy who gave me an insight into the reality (and benefits) of being a shared wife. "Would you like him to ride you bareback and cum in your puss...
This is part of a sequence of stories I am writing about a mixed race girl who has anglicised her name to Anita. To aid with your appreciation of the story here is a little background. Anita has a live in lover Jason, he has pushed her sexually to experiment with both a male and female partner in his company (see Where the Ribbon Leads) Anita has been tradin...
Ben walked through the double doors into the small, dimly lit theater and scanned the seats. Both sections – upper and lower, with stairways on each side – were empty. As planned, he'd arrived early enough to ensure he could sit in the back row. He hadn't expected a problem obtaining the seats he wanted. It was a weekday matinee show of a movie released a m...
I was filling out my horse-imprinted check and I couldn't remember if Steve charged 65 or 75 dollars. "It's seventy-five, right?" I called out casually, not wanting to look cheap. "Well, actually," he said, "Eighty-five this year. I'm cutting back a little." Okay, I thought, and really, I understood. Steve was probably fifty years old; horse shoeing coul...
And so the days and nights passed at Johanna's home. With Sissy Slut gone, there were no slaves remaining who possessed any culinary skills. So Pomona took it upon herself to cook a fine breakfast every morning for Johanna, as a way to repay her for her hospitality. Pomona would wake early each day, fire up the wood stove, and cook a delectable meal of bacon...