My name is Jonathan. I am 35 year old man who works as a retail manager. Day to day my life is fairly uneventful. I'm up and out the door by 4AM, at work around 5AM where I go through the motions of putting on a smile and helping customers as I do my best to hide my contempt for those that work under me. After that, I usually sit in traffic for an hour to...
Eloa was a beautiful Brazilian with long, charcoal brown hair and big blue eyes. She was blessed with an olive complexion and a radiant smile that dazzled audiences across Europe. At only 155 (5'3 for the Yanks), she had dazzling 36c boobs and a voluptuous bum that appeared carved from a Roman myth. Classically trained as an actress, Eloa had discovered stan...
I got some new socks yesterday. This isn't what the story's about, but socks always excite me and it's something I feel like sharing anyhow. All together I got seven new pairs, but I think my favorite ones are the ones I'm wearing right now. They're striped, of course, like all of my favorite socks. Black and a soft lavender alternate all the way up to just...
A modern Cinderella story * It was the first time David attended Richard's Capital Punishment Fetish Ball, Washington DC's most notorious annual fetish fashion event. Everyone who was anyone was there, dressed in the most erotic and provocative attire. There were well known Dominatrixes, some accompanied by their slaves on leashes. There were drag queens i...
Note: This story takes place the day after the events in the first chapter. Although the story mostly stands on its own, I would recommend reading the previous chapter first for more context. ***** "Sunblock?" "Check." "Sunnies?" "Check." "Sandboard and spare clothes?" "Check and check" "Sweet. Good to go? Bryan and Steph will be waiting... "To Lanc...
Samuel gracefully rolled over in his bed, flashing his eyes open to take in his surroundings. Closing them again, he quickly yanked them open, gasping at the sight. His bed was enormous, his pillow giant enough to engulf him, and his clothes had not shrunken to his size, leaving him wrapped in his shirt. He struggled and fought his way out, and surfaced, try...
Author's note: All sex in this sardonic fictional VALENTINE'S DAY STORY CONTEST 2015 entry involves over-18 humans, dead or alive. Do not take it seriously. Some characters get hurt. Some deserve to. ***** Ghost of a Chance *****the fucking spirits won't leave her alone Cosmi did not believe in ghosts. They did not think much of her, either. Another rott...
Everyone who knew Lexi Hamilton thought of her as a quiet, sensible kind of girl. The sort who played it safe and rarely took risks. That was certainly true in the most part, however nobody was aware that she harboured a secret fetish. For as long as she could remember, Lexi liked watching men peeing. She couldn't explain why, and she hoped she'd never have...
It was far too unbelievable for her mind to accept that this was actually taking place. Every thing Stacy knew about life, and its laws were simply just thrown at the window upon seeing her own white knee high socks with three red stripes at the top, standing on top of her sister on their own accord. If this was not believable enough, the mere fact that Lexi...
It was roughly 1976 in Augusta, Georgia, two or three days before Christmas to be exact. I was eighteen years old. My mom and I had been on our own ever since my father had died in a truck accident two years earlier. Mom had a rough time of it, as would be expected, the first year after he passed. She was 36 years old and was a loan officer at Augusta Natio...