Her name was Rhian. She was 41 years old, a tall willowy blonde with long legs, a remarkable round ass, slim waist and beautiful large breasts. In her online profile, she stated that she was curious about D/s. He e-mailed her first and they began to write back and forth. After two or three weeks, they met in person, first in restaurants, then in local parks...
Warning: This chapter features head swapping, shoe shopping, high-heel stomping, boob swapping, top dropping, melon making, revenge taking, hair cutting, sexy strutting, bikini wearing, boys staring, leg swiping, moral griping, tit jiggling, rampant giggling, ice creaming, villainous scheming, feminine wanting, promiscuous flaunting, mom wrangling, girl-dick...
On Monday morning, Amber rifled through her underwear drawer, running late for school. God, what would she wear today? She grabbed a pair of blue cotton briefs and slipped them on under her school dress, laughing at the fact that putting her panties on had become the last thing that she did during the day, not the first as it had always been before. She hur...
L’aéroport de Roissy était bondé en ce début d’été. Les vacanciers se bousculaient comme si leur vie dépendait de leur présence dans leur avion avant le départ de ce dernier. De temps en temps, une voix monocorde faisait une annonce dans un micro, dominant quelques instants le désordre ambiant. Des groupes se formaient et se séparaient. Les milliers de gens...
The Village 03 -- Monday Morning in the Gite MONDAY morning Beth woke up, Denise was opening the curtains, singing happily. "Please don't do that EVERY morning." said Beth grumpily, putting her head under the bedclothes. "Tut, tut." said Denise happily, "Not so happy as were last night when Pierre was giving you a final shag!" "It's all your fault!" sai...
While walking through the local mall you suddenly notice one of your fellow coworkers coming toward you and not wanting to deal with this obnoxious jerk you find yourself quickly ducking into the next store you see to get out of sight. With out even paying attention to the store you find yourself walking all the way to the back of the store to get out of sig...
Hello everyone, I want to thank all who have read, voted and commented on my stories. This is a work of fiction and fantasy. The events depicted within, did not and should not happen in real life. Any similarities to real people and places is strictly coincidental. All characters in my story are above the age of 18. I do realize that what happens in this...
Chapter 17 A new flat to christen. I awoke slowly, hearing Susan pottering around in the kitchen. For the first time I completely forgot about the cameras and strolled naked into the kitchen to join her. Susan was obviously sharper than me and had put on the pink tabard dress that she was given last night. And panties, I noticed. I suddenly realised my nak...
Author's Note: This is part one of my smutty little romantic comedy series that I've written as a sort of spiritual successor to Steamrolled's amazing "Girfriend With..." comics. I've got a bunch of these up my sleeve, so look forward to more in the weeks ahead! I hope you'll enjoy this little story, and if you do, please rate and comment! Good or bad, I lo...
The lunch room in our company was small but not tiny. So when the presidents secretary sat down at my table where I normally sat alone I looked around for someone holding up a camera. You see I was the mail boy, pranks as the others called them, or hazing as I liked to call it were a daily part of life. She on the other hand was the type of secretary porn tr...