She stared at her phone. "I'm with the rugby guys tonight- can you be here in 30 minutes?" She had plans but she cancelled them- immediately. She rushed upstairs to dress in something short with bare legs, she knew what he liked by now. She wanted to look even better knowing that it was his birthday this week. She entered the bar shyly. He watched her awk...
Susie is lying in the store supply closet next to Tinkerbell. It's six in the morning, and they've only just finished cleaning the entire supermarket. After changing each other into fresh diapers, and using the few left over to make pillows for them both, the two exhausted sissies lie side by side in the cramped supply closet. Tinkerbell's right hand, handcu...
Brainstorming - by Polly+Anna (1148 words) a second Orange Walk Film story (1/23/20) Friday - November 13, 1993 My girl Anna, like so many of us, learned to masturbate by grinding on her pillow. I woke the morning after her birthday party to the gentle movements of our mattress swaying as she was stimulating her labia and her clitoris with a soft gentle fr...
I withdrew and on shaking legs moved around in front of L pressing my messy softening cock against her face causing her tongue to appear and clean up our combined juices. she suckled on my knob until it began to swell again then looking up at me she pulled at my hips so I descended into her gullet and pressed until her nose was pressed into my public bone. I...
For a long time, she was just one of those people that you notice every once in a while, a familiar face without a name. She was young and cute, around twenty maybe, with long brown hair and a slender athletic body. She had a habit of jogging through the local park, and whenever she passed I couldn't help but ogle her a little bit. I didn't mean to be a pig,...
Carolyn "Lynnie" Spitz was a great probation officer. She had several degrees in sociology and psychology, unlike the others, and was now head of the department. But...something had happened. Lynnie had become masochistically obsessed with one of her clients, the 20-year-old Guadalupe , an incorrigible thug. A Mexican-American bleached-blonde social proble...
Me and Angel laze around her apartment, watching public access TV on a Saturday afternoon. We have all the fans on high plus the window unit, and it's still a million degrees. I lie on the floor with a wet washcloth on my head and seriously consider buying an Eggmaster. Dax's ice cream truck rolls down the street playing "Turkey in the Straw" and I scrambl...
Your Decisions are important. The wrong decisions can lead to disastrous outcomes for Alicia. Alicia sits on the banks of the Merwood river. It runs through central Stormdale under a magnificent cobblestone bridge. She scrubs the bed sheets of her master, angry that the stain will not come out. This is the fourth whore he has bedded this week and the fourth...
Connor Bishop drove his car across the town of Everwood Bay. The young twenty two year old man smiling as he took in the view of the coastal town. Connor Bishop had short dark brown hair and blue eyes with a slim but athletic build to him. "Ok this next left and then the first right." His friend Heather Ravers informed him. Heather Ravers had long...
The conductor looked out at the passengers of his car, all shaking in their seats with anticipation as they approached their destination. It hadn't been a long journey--not for him, anyway. He'd traveled on week-long excursions across the continent on a few occasions, whereas today's crew was only pulling into the station after a peaceful ten-hour trudge thr...