"Mom, what am I going to do about Jason?" My daughter sat facing me seated at my kitchen island with a troubled yet familiar look upon her face. It was the same look I'd seen when she was doing poorly in a class or when one of her friends slighted her. The circumstances were quite different this time, however. She was thirty years old and had just found...
This a continuation from an earlier story. It contains fetish themes of forced feminization, public humiliation and other erotic themes that may not be to everyone's taste. If you enjoy these, please read on and leave comments as to how you'd like the story to evolve or what you like. Enjoy. - DB ***** Fisher slid across the passenger seat of his Jeep, man...
Robertson Russell's cell phone rang as he was haranguing Ned Crawford his chauffer from the back seat. "I want this car polished more, Crawford!" Robertson lectured. "You're not working hard enough, man." Ned Crawford nodded his broad black face, trying to hide a grin, as Russell continued his screed. "You aren't supposed to just sit around in the corpora...
Usual disclaimers, though if you are already browsing stories on this site, you must have an idea what you're getting into by now. ;-) This story contains male to male sex, Crossdressing and Dominant/Submissive themes, so if this is a problem . . . wave off! This story is fictional story based on a fantasy of mine. While it is fiction, I did use myself an...
Below is part 3 of the continuing saga of "Jenny Plays with the Big Girls", the ongoing story of a college freshman, Jimmy, whose sister, Lori, a Junior at the same college, had talked him into playing on her sorority's volleyball team which was representing the college in the state finals. I want to thank all readers for their kind words and support for the...
Dear Shoeblossom Mistress Spurs is the most imaginative dominant I've ever known. I have been with various Masters, Mistresses, Dominas and Goddesses throughout Europe, Saudi Arabia and these United States, and except for one I met in Gstaad, there's never been one quite like Spurs. Spurs is only about five foot one, but she has ample breasts and fire-engi...
Why was I on all fours with my dad's cock in my ass and my sister's pussy in my face? Well little did I know that my mom knew about my secret. She knew that I had been wearing her and my sister's lingerie. It started when one day I was home alone and wandered down to the garage to play around on the air hockey table. I got bored and looked around as we had...
Once, long ago, I got fed up with the way femdom, forced transgender, and loving wife stories with BDSM basis ended; they had grown very predictable. In fact, a few authors had posted short lists of vignettes which, unintentionally, encompassed all of the common endings which I had grown to abhor. My own list, a response to the predictability of those storie...
Chapter 8: Sorority Halloween Saturday morning, Halloween day, was warm and sunny. Cindy and my love making from earlier that morning left us both happy and hungry. Marsha was in the kitchen and she had prepared a big breakfast of eggs, bacon and biscuits. Since it was extremely unusual for Marsha to do anything so nice, especially for me, I attributed it t...
She awoke slowly, just as I had that morning. I gazed down longingly at her figure, still seductively attired in corset, stockings and heels, as she knelt before me on the coffee table. Her face rested to one side on the tabletop. I strolled slowly around the table, allowing her to drink in the sight of my body, tightly corseted in black calfskin with my bre...