Kath had become sexually dominant after we had bought a pair of red high heels from a little charity shop near our flat. We were students and living together in the middle of the city, and had seen them in the window one day. We had both laughed as the same thought went through our minds - 'Wouldn't it be cool to wear those and fuck?' As soon as we got home...
Hey Guys, It's me. I'm going super transgender here, and I'm writing another beginning to a story. Comment on any of my stories about which ones I should continue and which ones I shouldn't. I hope you enjoy "Alpha-Beta." The Illumi-Naughty *** On Gray, starting in 2000, for about 1000 years, the entire world was taken over by a religion that was practi...
Oct. 29, Mon Belle Fleur: Act III, Scene I Gwen: Merci beaucoup, monsieur! Zat ez one of my 'avorite 'ibrators! I zust adores zee 'ibrating wabbeet! The 'ibrator, I mean "vibrator," is pink with a row of pearl beads near the base. Jutting up like a hook is the so called "rabbit:" a soft piece of rubber split in two that, if nestled in my nether region ju...
I sat in the bleachers, the sun hitting my pale skin nicely as I watched one of the players throw the ball to Jet. Jet... I guess I should explain myself to you a little bit. My name is Harley, though everyone calls me Byra {Bee-rah}. It supposedly means red in some kind of language, and everyone calls me that because apparently when I'm pissed, all I see...
You follow the instructions on the anonymous not you received, arriving promptly at 9pm. You knock on the hotel door before you hesitantly, noting the room number, "69", as you do... although, not for the first time. The door begins to open, and you gaze uncertainly into the room before you. The room is dark, except for yhe light shining through the doorway...
Now it is your turn to be the one enjoyed. As you wake this Saturday morning you find yourself unable to move. As you have slept I gently and quietly tied your wrists and ankles to the bed posts with soft ties made from silk cords. I smile as you grasp the situation and look at me questioningly. "What?" You ask. I woke up earlier when you got up near your...
He was nervous as he approached the front door; his heart was thumping in his chest. He'd never done anything like this, and it was confusing him. They'd met two years ago, at a mutual friend's party in France, and there had been a definite sexual tension. He'd been excited about it at the time, but later felt guilty about it. He had returned to England and...
A tale about a foray into MILFitude :) hope it goes down well!!! * I typed MILF into Google. In 0.14 seconds 524,000,000 search results pinged back at me. The most interesting definition for MILF that I found was... 'For many women closing in on menopause, being seen as a MILF suggests a certain physical power over men....' Hmmmm physical power over men...
At last, the weekend. Time to relax, to get away from the pressures of work, of traffic, of people. Time to stay up late and to sleep in without feeling TOO guilty. Time to go out to eat at a nice restaurant, maybe a movie or play, maybe some dancing (okay, so I can't dance, so more like making a fool of myself on the dance floor). Time to spend with you. A...
Before you I am on my knees. You are sitting on the edge of the bed in t-shirt. Nothing more. Nothing more. I am studying your long tan legs and following your toes up to your thighs and to the entrence of your vagina just hidden by the curtain of labia and soft pubic hair. I spread your legs with my hands and run my hands from your ankles to your thighs. Bu...