Joanie was coming along fine. I moved in with her so I could keep her straight. She didn’t need to take her sleeping pills anymore and she didn’t seem to suffer from depression either. It is amazing what a little discipline and some satisfying sex can do to help someone. She still had her executive position at work. But when I came around she was my slave, m...
A first person perspective story written especially for Theresa... * Welcome to my new world, a world I had only fantasised of previously, fantasies that left my writing body covered in sweat, and my pussy dripping my own cum over the bedclothes. Yes, I, Theresa, am now a slut, in mind and now very much of body. All it took was one moment, where I let myse...
I grew up in a small mid-Western town. Very nice place to grow up, but very conservative. School and church dances are how we met boys. After doing farm work chores all week we could go to the square dances on the weekend, chaperoned by the adults. It is here that I met my current husband of some 30 plus years now. It was love at first site and we were marri...
A/N: When I created Comic Control I hoped it to be like stories like sidekicks r us or cartoon overlord with a variety of different stories. It's been almost a year and that hasn't happened so I assume the structuring is wrong. Time to change that. You can be anyone within a comic book world, a superpowered villain, a criminal mastermind or even just an aver...
I feel myself stirring and slipping silently upwards from the depths of a slumber so deep and dreamless, the sleep of the good. I am still not awake, but in my dream I feel myself opening my thighs to you, I feel the wetness trickle down between the smooth, hairless lips of my womanhood and continue its journey between the cheeks of my bottom to drip, unhind...
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...
Hello, there. My name is Jake Bateman. I'm a big and tall black man who works for a trucking company in New England. I'm a single man with no brats. My buddy Larson Jenkins and I are both lifelong Truck Men, like our fathers before us. We're trade workers. It's not because we're dumb. We're both college degree holders. Larson attended UMass-Boston and has a...
Hello, there. Crystal McCain is the name. I'm a five-foot-eight, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. In the eyes of the world, I'm a nice person. I major in Business Administration at Algonquin College and I'm transferring to Carleton University at the end of the year. Privately, I lead a very sordid exi...
A lot of people don't know the difference between a niqab and a burqa (and most acquainted with Muslim culture don't care either way). A niqab is just a face and head veil, usually worn with modest clothing. The burqa is a wide gown that starts from the top of the head and forms effectively a tent from there to the ground. The distinction is important for me...
Dawn approaches and I stir against my Master's warmth. Automatically, I want to touch and caress Him, to soak up His essence. Desiring to elicit moans from my Master, I slowly slide down His body and gently welcome Him into our world by grasping His cock in my hand. I begin stroking Him reverently, worshipping His cock like the sacred object it is. I can thi...