Author's Note: Although this story can be read on its own, it directly follows "A View of Fifth Avenue." New York City, 1963 Stella swished the champagne in her mouth as she counted the sconces along the paneled walls of the banquet room. How much longer would Charles insist on staying at this thing? She glanced at the clique of expensively dressed women...
I awoke in the middle of the night to a stirring inside me. It was building up, and my pussy began to get very moist, and glistened with my juices. All I want was is to have my pussy used, and fucked, like the true whore I know I am. Let me tell you a little about myself. I am a BBW, and I stand 5'2, 200lbs., with brown hair and eyes. I have a 38D chest, a...
The lounge was cloaked in quiet conversation when they re-entered. Soft flute music was playing and more candles had been lit. Kailyn took Saphirra to a red futon on the floor in the center of the room and kissed her passionately. Her luxurious long black hair caressed the slave's cheeks. Saphirra felt a flood of joy course through her as she embraced Kailyn...
After he left Koshka's apartment that morning, Puck found himself torn between decisions. There was what he wanted to do as Puck. And then there was what he understood to be proper, as Malcolm. Some human notions were annoying to him, yet he knew that in the human world, this or that behavior was considered polite, decorous, the mark of high class, and so on...
A Perfect Lady in Public – A Perfect Slut in the Bedroom Trudy deposited her bag on the chair beside the small telephone table and scanned the hotel suite with a critical eye. It had taken her husband, Robert, and me quite some time to get her to this point and we hoped our choice of hotel would meet her exacting standards. She roamed the main room, ch...
The Doll The red shiny sheath dress confines my body, only the designer slit all the way to my hip allowing my stocking clad left leg and bare thigh to escape. I stood ready for this special occasion. The only problem was I could see nothing because of my blind fold. I was dressed for dinner, but I was the meal. Hands held mine in almost human manacle...
This is a story about two couples, friends who decided to take down the sexual barriers between them and live a life of libidinous freedom that was not common during the 1950’s. It is also a story that has been part of my life --- every waking moment of it --- for fifty years! I’m relating it here in the hope that I can purge myself of the melancholy residue...
This is an original work of fiction. While some facts are from my real life, all people in these sorties are fictional. All copyrights and rules are enforced. As this is my first released work, comments are strongly encouraged to my email through the link below or by attaching comments to this story. I suggest you read the entire story as a whole for cont...
I've been dating this guy for a while now. He's a sweet guy named Topher. He's a few years older than me; I'm just eighteen. He isn't a slut or anything but he is more sexually experienced than me. He's told me about sleeping with six girls. I don't think that includes blowjobs. I guess I'm a virgin. I've slept with a couple girls but no real penetration and...
Danielle and Stacy had been best friends ever since high school. After graduation they had both gotten a part-time job together at a local restaurant while attending some college classes together as well. They were close, had been close in everything they did, all except for their looks. Danielle had dark shoulder length hair with brown eyes, whereas Stacy...