This took place in 1966. A time when the fashion called for women too wear girdles, garters, and shiny ultra sheer reinforced heel and toe nylons, spiked heel pumps/mules daily! A time when my fetish for nylons was young and in full bloom! You little pervert! I jumped up, dropped the high heel pump in my hand that I had held over my nose and I turned around...
Skyler squirmed at her desk. "Thank goodness I sit in the back row" the petite brunette with the hourglass figure thought as she rubbed her plump belly through the soft fabric of her blouse. It had started during her senior health class; one class after lunch. She had seemingly just sat back and begun to daydream when she felt her tummy rumble a bit. Nat...
Chapter 5 - Clucking Hell A week ago... Marsha Patterson walked along the park path, her poodle Mookie ahead on her leash, sniffing at this and that. Marsha was up early, getting her bit of exercise before heading to work. Nobody else was up so she had the park to herself. The sun was just beginning to appear on the horizon. She was lost in thought and di...
Okay folks, once again in the interest in expanding our sexual horizons for storytelling and hey, maybe a bit of downright nasty fun, we're going to take a look at some various kinks. Please keep in mind that, first of all, I'm not making this stuff up, hell some of this is just too far out there for that to be the case and secondly, I do not necessarily pre...
Ahhhh, the Trapper Keeper. The bulky folder holder that attempted to teach us organization at an early age. There are probably images of the Trapper Keeper you had while you were in school flipping through your mind right now. You may be thinking of the cute little kitten or puppy covered keeper. Maybe the hotrod or fantasy image of a wizard with lightening...
Third part of the "Smoking Mistress" series. Story can be read alone but is enhanced if parts 1 & 2 are read first. ***** Exhausted and defeated i fell into a troubled sleep, cuffed and blindfolded with my mistress, Christina's filthy panties. In my own apartment she had dominated me by way of suffocation and sexual torment. She had won what she had wanted...
STINKY FRED OSKOSH CHAPTER ONE FRED AND MOLLY If anyone had told me I would marry Fred Oshkosh someday I would have told them they were more than a few bricks shy of a full load. Yet here I was married to him after six- month long engagement. We had been in high school together after my family moved into the lakeside community of Chippewa Hills in mid-Mich...
"I need to know that Kim accepts us coming back for a return visit," Jake said. "She has to give the Ok, knowing that we would probably use her and humiliate her, just like last time." Joanna thought this sounded reasonable, but was going to be pissed if it didn't work out. She had not bathed in 4 days, as Jake had wanted her crotch and armpits to stink. S...
*Hisssssssssssss......* The sound emanating from above jolted me out of my sleep. I blinked my eyes, trying to fully wake up. "What the... where am I?" I tried to move my arms, but they were immobilized by my side. I begin to panic, wondering what the heck I'd gotten myself into this time. Then I heard another rumbling above me. *Hissssssssss pbbbbbblllt*...
I was still damp from a shower; barefoot with no shirt wearing a pair of well worn, but freshly cleaned red sweat pants when the doorbell rang. I scowled across the room at the front door. I had gone on my first twenty mile run that day, I was exhausted and none of my friends would come over without calling first. I did not want to listen to someone ask me i...