Author's note: My idea is for the stories to mostly be 3rd person. However, this section basically has to be second person, so bear with me. *** The box you found was peculiar. Usually, a box didn't come with strange markings. It wasn't made out of exotic materials that seemed to defy normal physical behavior. Boxes were usually cardboard or wood. They held...
It was close to closing time and only a few people were still lingering at the public library. As the last 2 returned their books and logged off the computers, Kara followed them out and locked up behind them. Kara, only 23 years old, had been working at the library for 5 years. She was working on a journalism major at college and used her time as the librar...
My husband had always been bit of an exhibitionist. I was happy to help him show off his body, but I never really understood the allure. That is until one night he talked me into showing off in public. Now we're both hooked. On a Tuesday evening, we went shopping and exploring at the Pleasure Chest, a sex shop in West Hollywood. My husband said he wanted t...
As winter turned into spring that year, Katie was in the market for a new car. She has wanted a Jeep ever since she was a little kid and decided that it was finally time to treat herself. Car buying seemed like the perfect opportunity for some exposure to me. Unfortunately, Katie did not initially agree. Her point was that she did not want to set a precedent...
Ned watched the pixel-generated stripper dance on his computer screen. She was curvaceous and supple; contorting into sensual poses that displayed the exact image she knew captured a man's interest. And Ned was definitely interested. He squiggled in his seat, trying to relieve a bit of the crowding in his crotch. It was always this way for Ned, a balance bet...
Introduction: Hello. My girly name is Kim, but in my every day life, I am known as Ken. I am 5"5, 135 lbs. I'm eighteen years old, and this story begins on the last day of school before spring break. I have been a closet cross dresser for the past two years. I started off from stealing my sister's panties and bras and wearing them when I was home, alone, an...
It started out as an ordinary evening. We were getting dressed for a night out. It was to be an elegant affair, and I was wearing a little black Calvin Klein slip dress. I was excited because I would finally have a chance to wear that lacy, black thong and garter belt I had picked up on a recent trip to Paris. I’d already decided to leave the matching push...
As it would seem, I found his weakness. Then, he in turn, found mine. My co-workers and I were still working on painting the office, so I came in wearing civvies. However, I had to change into my uniform to go to the staff meeting. It had been my every intention to change earlier, but I had honestly not yet gotten the chance. Lunchtime rolled around before...
Baby, I am writing you this letter because I don't have the nerve to tell you to your face. Our love life has been very satisfying, but sometimes I crave something else. You are always so sweet and gentle with me, like I am as fragile as a flower. When you aren't home, I lie in bed dreaming of you and what I would really like you to do to me... I see you w...
"You fucking slut!" Becky shouted. Startled by the outburst, Liz turned to look at the other woman. The two coeds were standing in the ladies' room of the Art Building. Liz had been standing at the mirror, straightening her hair and clothes to make sure she looked good for art class, particularly for the art professor. With her curly dark hair, attractive...