[Part 3] The Universe Is a Trickster Edited by A_Little_Show's spouse Please start with Parts 1 and 2. Summary so far: Andrea is a witch. She casts her spells by wiggly her clitoris instead of her nose. She's an unrepentant exhibitionist with a particular kink for masturbating in front of crowds. ---------- ~ ---------- "I don't think your spells work...
In Great Britain Terri learned at a young age the value of her sex in getting what she wanted. She wasn't as busty as she would like, but going braless had distinct eye appeal for the slim brunette. Her girlfriend and 'partner in naughty' was Mandy (Buttons was her nickname) who was taller and had amazing titties. They would go into pubs penniless and leave...
Chapter 5: Selections - Aug 23 8:30 P.M to 11 P.M. Well it's actually just a story of boy meets girl – who then meets another boy. Jeff did want to divorce her. But in the end he does not. The why is intended to be the obvious one: he loves her deeply and believes (correctly in the story) that she loves him deeply as well. Do I find any of this plausible?...
Debbie Dingle stood in the pouring rain, in a lay-by about a mile from the town of Hotten. Her eyes were searching for signs that the bus carrying Jasmine was approaching, but to no avail. It had been almost two years since she had seen her former lover, on the run from the police for the murder of a constable, who tried to rape her. No contact, then out...
Author's note: This is a sequel to my first story, My Sexual Adventure, and incorporates many of the characters from the first story, plus a few new ones. This story takes place after the events of Chapter 6, during Chris's remaining college years. All characters are over 18, and all are loosely based on my favorite porn stars listed below. Remember to rate...
The two weeks until the field trip crawled past. Each Monday morning I departed for my work assignment in some far-flung corner of the Idaho wilderness, spending warm sunny days and cool starlit nights in splendid solitude. And each Friday morning, Megan met me in the forestry lab on campus where she sat at the computer terminal beside mine, helping enter th...
My wife's control over me insures that I have no secrets from her no matter how depraved my hidden desires. This is the third in a series in which I confess my past experiences as a panty thieving college cross dresser. I have changed some of the names, but the rest of the confessions are, sadly, true. Please read the first two installments for context. *...
In the fifties, in Swansea, Capitalism still ruled. Large detached houses were still owned and occupied by rich ship owners, factory owners and mine owners. Their sons and daughters were naturally sent to the best English public schools and we used to come together in dances and house parties in the holidays. In the Christmas holiday of 1957, I went to 12 da...
The loud music and the smell of cigarette smoke hit us hard as we stepped into the main room of the club. There were two stages at either end of the rectangular room, but neither was set against the walls, so that chairs and tables could be placed all around both. Each stage had a pole at either end. There were two girls dancing on each stage, one still wear...
Mr. Morison looked at his two 18 year old daughters and gave a long sigh. The girls, Samantha and Sarah, both had bodies to die for but the manners of well spoiled princesses. He knew he had spoiled the girls all their lives and especially after his own wife's death, giving them money to go to the mall whenever they wanted, sending them to an exclusive board...