Chapter 06 Alan and I are part way through the first reading of my women’s group pantomime script. This reading is to see whether Alan, I, and the others can go through with the overtly sexual actions required on stage. Alan is a dwarf. I am a giantess yet we have become more than friends. Alan was worried about the actions he is required to do. He isn’t t...
[Note to readers. Thanks again for all the helpful comments and emails. I really appreciate what you have to say. I'm blown away by the honesty some of you are sharing with me about your own lives and your interest in this story. Hope you like this next chapter.] * I mounted my wife in earnest after she opened her legs wide on our bed and invited me to tak...
You let go a sigh of relief as you watch your mom pull away. You thought she'd never leave. You finally have a moment to yourself. Your son Adam had left early to hang out with his friends and with Mark not back from work till tomorrow, the house is yours. You turn from the window and look around at the living room. You might as well do a bit of dusting befo...
Her boyfriend, lover, and budding Master, Dave, had an ingenious, kinky mind – almost as ingenious and kinky as her own. That made them a good match. Rina was glad they'd met that fateful day when she was performing an act of self bondage in the meadow, cuffing herself while bent over a railing. She could tell he was kind and solicitous, and cute, the moment...
This is the continuation from #4 and is the first part of the story of my next task. Since it was so long, I had to break it up. I have finished it as well and will post it in the next few days. *** With Ben safely out of my house and after a shower that could have gone on all day and not quite made me feel clean, I was left with the awful anticipation of...
The subway was packed, which was usual for a Friday afternoon. I hadn't bothered to find a seat, just staked out a support pole and hung on tenaciously. Bodies pressed from three sides, and I was feeling distinctly like a sardine in a can. With each stop, people flowed into and out of the car, crowding us further. As the doors slid shut, I was jammed tightly...
The scent was strange, a slight trace of feminine odor mixed with a strong non-smell of water. I sniff the trail of footprints leading from the riverbank into my forest. A human woman had bathed in the river, but the scent was more like the river bathed in her. I glance around the area for any others that might be watching me on this trail. A lone, I pick up...
May 13th 2004 So, how successful is the book of flirting? Well, it's day twelve and already I'm paying a visit to the Last Resort. I wanted step-by-step instructions on how to flirt but instead I've been asked to imagine I'm an animal and to flirt with no one else bar myself. When you've been single for as long as I have, that novelty has well worn off. So...
Mr. Stephen KingRural Road 1New Hampshire, USA Dear Mr. King, My friend Becky said she knew you and I entered this story contest but I didn't win anything so I thought I would send you my story. They didn't even give me any feed back. Could you please criticize it for me? By the way, I learned in my writing class that you should always edit a story before...
The name's Tom Brody; living in this apartment for about a year, and a college student who prefers his own privacy rather than living in a dorm. It was quiet around here until the new landlady bought the building and we got to know each other better. Mrs.Tate, or Sandy as she prefers, was a widow and lonely. She had blonde hair and a pair of saggy tits; look...