This is the fourteenth episode of my unreliable memoirs and brings to an end the story of how I met and married Lesley. Each episode can be read individually but it helps to have read the previous episodes in particular the first three parts of our trip to France. I didn't realise when I started that it was going to take so long to tell this part of the tal...
© 2016 Sal De Klerk, Naughty69M2M, All Rights Reserved Edited by ElmerStudd Authors Note: This story started as a roleplay between the authors, using a premise from sinful_whispers. The main author was a truck driver for several years and always wanted something like this to happen, finally, it did, in fantasy. Warning: This story contains adult content...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes I need an editor and no I do not want an editor. If this bothers you that much, just quit reading. Yes it jumps around too much, yes there's too many people to keep track of, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong c...
I've just completed my chosen ensemble for this evening and I'm now standing in my bedroom, looking at my reflection in my full length wardrobe mirrors. I was just about to twirl around to view the full reflection of my pink PVC lingerie clad curvaceous body, when my husband walked into the bedroom, stopped at the doorway and sighed. "Are you really weari...
'Angela, are you awake?' a voice asked persistently, it was a quite comforting voice. It was the sort of voice that you would trust with your life, and she wished it would piss off and let her sleep. She was warm and comfortable and had never been so relaxed in her life, but the voice wouldn't go away. She could smell the universal antiseptic odour of a hosp...
The following material is sexually explicit erotica. If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file. Of course that wasn’t the first time my thoughts had travelled back the more than ten years since Vida and I had parted, and more times than I really cared to remember I had used one or other of the multitude of memories of the times we had...
"Come on," Jen said irritably, pulling her shoes on. "I've just got to put my collar on, and I'm ready," Adam said, turning around to look at his wife of twelve years, as she finished fastening the buckles of her shoes. She was wearing a short black pleated skirt over white hold up stockings, showing off her long graceful legs, and a tight white blouse. The...
Back in 2005 I wrote a story about a young girl breaking both wrists, and having to be looked after by her younger brother (Broken Bones). Three years later, by a sick coincidence, my wife fell on the ice and did exactly the same thing, and I had to look after her for six weeks. So there are two stories, one fiction and the other real life, of loving people...
This story is about my conversion from a cross dressing sissy to submissive transformed slut owned by Mistress Rebecca George. All characters are over 18. Having been to the beautician for a full body and face wax I check into the hotel to prepare. The suite consists of a large living room and a comfortable bedroom with a large bathroom. The bedroom has a...
Authors note: I strongly urge you to read the preceding chapters. With the context they provide, this chapter and those that follow will be much more enjoyable for you. Without knowing the characters and from whence they sprang the story may not make much sense. Many of the chapters contain highly erotic scenes of adults having intimate sexual relations. If...