A note from the author: In Leslie Feinberg's novel, "Stone Butch Blues" (Firebrand Books, 1993) she talks about growing up in pre-Stonewall days, as a transgendered other, and the titillation and transgression of wearing men's BVDs at a time when hetero-gender roles were brutally enforced, especially by the NYC police. Writing amorous stories about female s...
This is the continuation of the stories "The New Matilde" and "The New Matilde - 11 Months Later". 1. Friday, May 15th: It's Friday, 4.15 p.m. and I'm exhausted. Exactly as exhausted as you'd be if you just spent a week on a field trip with 23 13-year-olds in the countryside in Jutland. The last two days I was alone with them, as my colleague Anders ha...
Chapter 22 : Missionary Positions Author's preface: Again I ask if smoking and furs don't do it for you read no further. Likewise, if you find corruption of someone with religious faith especially through force, or threesome involving two men and a woman offensive, get outta here now! Or you may lose your soul.... Personally, I find them all thrilling il...
Now that Amber seemed to be into our mutual venture, the deepest, darkest corruption fantasies had crept into my consciousness. No more guilt would be holding me back from introducing the advanced stages of corruption to my dear Amber. While I pretended to do my homework, awaiting my parents leaving, my mind drifted to the days recent occurences. While talk...
Thanks to kasmith05 for help editing. All characters are over 18. Comments good or bad appreciated. ***** I sit on the couch with cum oozing down my leg, wondering what is going to happen next. Mike looks at me then to the mini fridge. You can tell there are things racing through his mind but for the life of me I can't tell what they are. After what seems...
Third part of the "Smoking Mistress" series. Story can be read alone but is enhanced if parts 1 & 2 are read first. ***** Exhausted and defeated i fell into a troubled sleep, cuffed and blindfolded with my mistress, Christina's filthy panties. In my own apartment she had dominated me by way of suffocation and sexual torment. She had won what she had wanted...
I looked out at the sky. It was going to storm, quite badly. The twilight clouds were a strange dark blue. The very tops of the clouds were gray. It was hard to believe this was nature, not some painter's masterful stokes on canvas. I shivered, feeling the air grew cooler as the clouds rolled in slowly from all directions. Already the wind was picking up, ru...
Winding down from a tense business meeting, I sat in my car eating a fresh sandwich from the farmer's market I had stopped at on the way home. I was experiencing the release and wind-down that comes from completing something difficult. It was an early Fall day and the sun was warm as it passed through the sun roof, the food was delicious, and I found a radio...
CHAPTER TEN: Born Again Mrs Coombes stood outside the Victorian restaurant conversion and placed her glass down at the table . The heaters were on outside, but it was now dipping to zero again and her husband already was excited as even her breath looked like an exhale of smoke. They were alone outside, apart from a waiter clearing up glasses from the terra...
Debbie and I used to be a typical suburban couple. We had been married for just over a year after having lived together for two years. We had no kids yet, and were anxious to start a family soon in our new home. We were conventional and, I thought, pretty satisfied with our lives. We were apprehensive about moving, but once we did, we were sure we made the r...