-VIII- Valentine dreamt. She was a young woman, eighteen again. No longer cooperative with her mother's machinations, but no less gawped at everywhere she went, baring scandalous stretches of leg, flouncing her curls, daring to walk into a roomful of men unchaperoned. Every step screamed "HERE I AM!" Every word declared "I AM YOUR DESIRE." She was a one-wom...
She opened her eyes. Tiredly she yawned and impulsively started to stretch but her muscles clenched and stiffened. She couldn’t move, her mouth went from a yawn to a frown as she looked about her room. She could feel the wind on her naked body, a breeze blowing over her, slightly stiffening her nipples. As she looked around she saw that her hands were bound...
I want to thank you for always printing an abundance of stories from couples where the husband likes to see his wife with other men. I too had long wanted to see my sweet Diane taken by another man. After much prodding, pleading and planning I got my wish, and a whole lot more. I know have a truly wanton wife, gourmet restaurant cook in the kitchen, and a co...
The following story is 100% true. The names and locations have been disguised. Beth even posts her own pictures on online forums occasionally. * When I met her, Beth Johnson was a freshman at the University. She was a product of an all-girls Catholic high school and had that fresh-scrubbed, girl-next-door appeal. When we met about 2 a.m. one Sunday morning...
*Was going to use the pronouns that I like, people were feeling that it detracts from the actual story. I want to make this enjoyable to read so I've discarded the pronouns in this resubmit.* In case you haven't read Miranda Origins, (you really should anyways) here's a recap. Miranda is a hermaphrodite, someone possessing both a cock and a pussy. Up until...
Author's Note: This story contains light BDSM as well as incest elements. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older. Enjoy! ---------- No one ever gets these things right. Yes, Mother Goose—that's me! What threw you off—the garters and stockings and black leather whip? Like I said, no one ever gets these things right. Father Goose says they've...
A lonely young man meets a man who becomes his Daddy I will never understand how he knew what I needed, what would make me whole. But he did know and I swore I'd always have him in my life. Leon used patience and friendship as he guided me into the life I didn't know I craved. He saw it in me. He instinctively knew I could be more than I was when we first...
Chapter Three - Relax and Take What I Am Offering You Three weeks of agony... that's what Mrs Cashmore put me through. She didn't invite me over and she refused to see me or to answer my calls. Worse, she seemed to spend more time outside than usual, deliberately teasing me; dressed provocatively and ensuring that I saw her. She knew I was watching her and...
Dinner Erik looked up as she entered the main part of the house. He had a black dishtowel draped over one shoulder and had been stirring something in a pan. She noticed that he had changed. He wore black leather jeans and a pressed white button-down cotton shirt. She wasn't sure at first that his jeans were leather because the material looked softer and le...
"Didn't I tell you I was feeling sick yesterday? What do you mean you don't remember? I definitely remember telling you. Well look, I'm not coming in today. Whatever I ate, it's coming out both ends. I'm glued to my toilet. What are you, nuts? I don't even want to get in my car, let alone my cubicle. Yes, I swear it's the truth. Ok, hopefully I'll see you to...