A warm breeze blew in from the sea as Peter walked along the cobbled harbour causeway. The threadbare soles of his white yacht shoes did little to cushion the rough surface. He had walked over twenty miles since leaving the small pension where, for a few francs he had stayed the night. He reached into the pocket of his white trousers, which were already gru...
Mr Berne watched with satisfaction as the sissy paraded in the post room. Sissy walked gracefully in high heels. His ballet training made it easy. He knew how to walk like a woman. He had practiced, and he could walk with a book balanced on his head. It gave him poise, and the high heels gave elegance to his calves. The skirt was short enough to look slutty,...
-- This is a darker and more intense work than my earlier piece -- with thanks to my editorial helper ellaalltiedup. She is nude, blindfolded, hands bound behind her back, a short chain linking the cuffs on her ankles, he is leading her like and unlike an animal or a slave. The leash is not attached by her collar though, rather to a harness that is of her i...
CHAPTER SEVEN Retribution Anyone watching from one of the bedroom windows of that house would have been persuaded that this was a beautiful calm evening. The watcher would not have seen the four men, in dark clothing, darkened faces and balaclava's, who slipped through the trees soundlessly. The serenity of the night would have allowed the sentinel to igno...
Chapter 4 The six girls went downstairs and into the dining room. There was a breakfast buffet of sorts laid out on a table along the side and Kelly led them to it. After they had filled their plates - Laura realized she had quite an appetite - they went to the round tables. Laura, Ashley, Kelly and Janet went to a table where they saw John, Brad, James, an...
Tina sitzt, leicht verloren, auf dem Barhocker, am Tresen des Strip-Clubs; „NICK NAGLER NACKTCAFFE“. Sie lässt, wiederholt, die Spitzen ihre langen Haare auf ihren, beinahe Nackten, Popo tippen, das leichte prickelnde Piksen, jagt ihr einen wohligen Schauer über ihren Rücken, sie gibt sich dem erregenden Gefühl hin. Geniest es mit jeder Faser ihres sinnliche...
Skeletons are supposed to be in closets, but Laura's childhood bedroom does not have a closet. That was removed to make room for the double bed that we use when we sleep over at her mothers. So our skeleton is in the bedroom. Not that I ever expected, when I married Laura, that I would still be sleeping in her childhood bedroom more than twenty years later....
This is a continuation of the Ginny series. Based on responses and ideas from readers, I have decided to pick up the saga of Ginny. Special thanks to Rman for the ideas and suggestions. Please, read the earlier stories. What follows will make so much more sense. Ginny's submission and humiliation will go further than ever. Remember, this is fantasy. Your com...
Hello, I'm delighted you're interested to learn about my high school days, which have just finished – my recollections of a young girl learning the real meaning of 'life,' discovering those innocent teenage joys of sexual pleasure, losing my virginity, and leaving school very 'sexually active.' The school I attended is a private school, hours and hours awa...
Corisande breathed deeply, remembering. It had been so long since Soames had left. The last night he'd made a surprise visit, Cori had come in, dejected somewhat, from the supermarket. A project at work was not getting done fast enough, and of course although Cori was head of the group, she sometimes let her employees slack off and bully her. And then, of c...