Hi everyone To start with; if you are looking for a lot of steamy sex, look somewhere else. What interests me in a story is the build-up of a relationship and the romantic notion that love can be a healing power which is a possibility even for those most fucked up. Kålrot and Lisa have both parts in "A Rolling Chair Gathers No Moss", but it is not necessar...
This is Tina's true real life story about her first proper caning. She told me her story over two Instant Message (IM) sessions. Tina is Swedish, 22 years old, tall, well toned (she does karate) and blond haired, with a large bottom. She has a 'thing' about discipline. [Session One] Tina: Hey Michael, I got an real life caning this weekend! I met a very ol...
I lived in a Stockholm apartment for a year. The old five story building was narrow and had six units per floor - typical for the neighborhood on my street, BirgerJarlsgatan. I lived on the top floor and encountered all of the other tenants at some point during my stay. The building had its share of beauties, young and old. Most of the time I’d see them in t...
It was great to see Denise again. We had both left school last year. She had gone to university in Cardiff and I'd started work for my Daddy's firm as a receptionist. We hadn't seen each other in months. We had agreed that Denise would come back to London for her 19th birthday and we'd have a girlie night out to celebrate. We decided to go into the City rath...
Aliana... "Ohhhhhh, yes, ohhhhhhh!" I screamed rather loudly. I ignored the steering wheel in my lower back and ring of the coffee cup holder pressing into my patella and rode my husband faster. We didn't have much time. While repeating over and over in my head – "Concentrate on the moment." Live right this second in the spontaneity and forget the several...
The pilot thumped the plane down like he had a grudge against the runway. I rubbed my hands down my face, skin clammy and blighted with stubble, eyes dry. I sat, while around me people got up to stand and queue. Once the aisles had cleared I grabbed my backpack from the overhead compartment and walked towards the exit. The stewardess was a tall, leggy blond...
He placed his hands on her pussy, running his fingers through her silky black hair made him more determined to have her alone and lying on the table. Her purring let him know that she was comfortable with the way he touched her. He could do whatever he wanted now. So many women found it uncomfortable to have their pussies fingered in such a way. "An excepti...
I was advertising for a new legal assistant in the Ohio State University student newspaper, and I was overwhelmed with people looking for work. The applicants would line up and I would interview them one by one. Most of them I immediately rejected as someone whom I would never give thousands of dollars of my money to. But there were many, so many, who were b...
The small cove was nearly deserted as I carefully made my way down the steep, winding track. The sun had baked the cliffs and turned the mud into dust. As I got to the beach I kicked off my clothes, damp and sticky from the long climb down, and ran into the sea. The water was cool, good and clean as I swam half a dozen strokes underwater then flipped onto my...
II. Lasagna Confessions Their kiss at the doorstep had been a promising surprise. Not that anything was certain to happen, thought Jason, but a kiss was a better start than shaking hands. During the day, while pondering about tonight, shaking hands had been his worst image. A sexy pair of brown leather pants clad around her butt. He couldn’t keep his eyes...