A few weeks had passed since the awkward sexual encounter with my mom, and there had not been any mention of what took place. It was as if it never happened. Overall, things were pretty calm around the house. My mom was busy with work, and my sister, Vicky, was on a trip with some friends. It gave me some time to relax as there weren't a ton of chores, and I...
At last we were alone in her house. We had been out for a night out with work colleagues and had got drunk. Sophie had invited me back for coffee. We had done this before and just talked endlessly into the night about everything from politics to musical taste and occasionally sex. Nothing more had ever happened. We were both married and it was just fun and c...
(Excerpt from a 30 chapter Vignette.) Chapter 5. My poor little pooh-pooh hole was still swollen from last night when my girlfriend, Sarah, and her new boyfriend, Tom, came over to my apartment for dinner. Tom wanted to try a threesome, and that was okay with me and, apparently, okay with his girlfriend, Sarah, too--and that makes three. Sarah's boyfrie...
The second of several parts of my story 'Decorating her Dainties'. The reader is encouraged to read each part in sequence. * The very next morning when we were changing into our work gear, Sophia directed me to a paint-spattered retro canvas holdall with a tartan panel. She withdrew a transparent plastic bag which contained a bundle of nylon hose of all sh...
After my surreal experience with Brenda, I tried to get back to life as usual. But I knew that things would never be the same for me. I was still interested in girls my age, but they couldn't hold a candle to the power Brenda and her mature feet had over me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about her. I'd wake up in the morning craving he...
"Oh, fuck!" Elene gasped. She had just made a left turn on the castle wall but had miscalculated the jump point. She landed in a ditch. Ok. Not her really, but her character, Scarlett Fox. She was playing Temple Run on Dr Patrick's computer on his office desk. Behind his desk on the left is a 7 Ft high book shelve. A three-levels letter tray is on the far...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Amid the very uncomfortable silence, my eyes wandered, carefully, as to not meet Sharon's curious gaze. I was beginning to almost feel accustomed to these awkward quiet moments, week to week these sex therapy appointments seemed to repeat themselves, the shaky dialogue between Sha...
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...
Bobby Phillips was an eager young man of 20, working his way through college, picking up summer jobs at any place he could, mowing lawns, moving furniture, fixing things around houses in the upscale neighborhood near his, one a little more downtrodden on the other side of town. He got work by word of mouth mostly. That's how he found himself in Beth Atkins...
I've done this a hundred times but it's always fun. My lovely slave wife is waiting patiently sitting on an old coffee table we keep in the basement, not that she has much choice. I already have each of her her leather wrist cuffs loosely pulled toward the rafters and the floor with two simple ropes on each cuff. Her ankle cuffs are similarly tied. She's in...