My first ever submission, please be kind. * * * I had been seeing this guy, Alan, for about 6 months now. He was a teacher in a private boys' school and was 7 years older than me. He had an air of authority about him that I just could not resist, and did not want to. He also, as I was soon to learn, lead me into an amazing world of sex like nothing I have...
I was driving through some back roads in northern New Hampshire (USA) on a cold winter's night. I stopped to help a woman I saw on the side of the road in her car, and we had met earlier that day at an event at a client's site, and so we recognized each other. She was older than I was and it turned out she was a teacher at a woman's school nearby. I was 25...
Disclaimer: This story is the story "Living in a Futanari society"/Shemale Worldo but kind of reborn, somethings in the story have been edited here and there and some characters names and traits they have might also change from the original. (Such as the mothers name being changed). Also this story is hugely inspired by Futanari World/Shemale World...
Ch. 3 Little brother, you betrayed me! Hungrily looking at Juliana laying down on the soft leather, Chuck pulled his shirt open with buttons flying, he pressed himself over her body with his bare chest. Keeping a hand over the side, he prevented his body from crushing her, yet still made her feel his heat over her skin. Taking in the vulnerable sight of Ju...
Jessica Letter 3 Miss Helen watched Jessica and I kiss and then she got to her feet. Reaching down, She grabbed my leash and pulled me away from Jessica. "Come, slave! I have need of you." and with that said, she led me into the bathroom. Still on my hands and knees, I watched her set on the toilet, spread her thighs wide and pull me closer to her crotch.....
My name is Ian and I lived with my twin sister Jenny and our parents in a 3 bedroom house in the western suburbs of Sydney (Australia). Our mum was a primary school teacher and Dad was a labourer at a car plant. I was a pretty average guy. Not tall, not short, not muscley. I didn't get bullied and I had some good friends. I was not super smart but I was not...
I was eighteen years old when I got my first spinner. I’d been two weeks at college – long enough to work out that there were plenty of cute girls around, and plenty of those liked to party. But I was on the lookout for a particular kind of girl – a spinner. For those of you who don’t know, a spinner is a petite, cute girl, so small you can almost literally...
"...that frail and precious kiss which Mamma always used to leave upon my lips..." - Marcel Proust I like to believe that, in the end, I was able to win her over because I was a track and field star. I was sensationally fast. Although I did hate to run, my long limbs and my light weight made me exceptional at the pole-vault. My coach said that there was n...
Then the doorbell rang and more knocking. Why couldn't I be left alone? Could it be the manager about the rent money? No, I was always on time and this was only the middle of the month. Then I heard the voice! His voice!! "Aurora, are you there? Open up!" I took a quick look through the peep hole and I saw Johnnie standing there. I flung the door open and...
Dr. Stephanie Macke-Leland, Professor Emeritus at the Law School of Canada's Capital University stretched luxuriously on her bed, feeling pleasurable sore yet giddy after a night of fun. Tall and slender yet curvy where it counted, the blonde-haired, bespectacled academic smiled, pleased with all the mean and sexy things she'd done with a certain student. I...