(This is the continuation of the story, it might help to read the first part to fully understand the backstory and how this came about. As always I hope the readers enjoy.) * "Oh my, did he really do that?" said Angie, with a hint of a smirk in her voice. "Well I guess it's only fair since he DID see your 'O-face' and all." Angie giggled. I tried to shake...
When I first saw that big, old tub at the flea market, I just thought it was kind of interesting. You didn't see many of these around any more. Out of curiosity, I looked it over, and it seemed to be in good shape. It was then that a devilish part of my brain began to suggest some creative uses for the tub. And then my brain put you in the tub, and things p...
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You and I have just started dating, only a week into the relationship. We have totally fallen head over heels for one another. So far we have spent every possible second we could together. We have kissed, hugged, held one another's hand and even cuddled in the bed and fallen asleep together. We have not had sex, not that we don't have a strong sexual desire...
People have some very unusual fetishes, whenever we see a beautiful woman in any media, we can't help but have fantasies about them. Some of us want to have sex with, others want to see them naked, a lot have other more extreme fetishes with them. But for a certain minority, we just want to tie them down and tickle them to the brink of sanity. This is for th...
I stood there stupidly for a minute with my dick at half-mast and my pants to my knees before an errant breeze wafting coolly across my genitals reminded me that I should get dressed. I pulled my pants up, put the cups in the sink, and walked to the bathroom for another shower. The warm water cascading over my skin cleared my somewhat muddled mind. This thi...
"I want to take you somewhere that you've never been before, Tali..." Tali. That's me. It's short for Talisa, but no one calls me Talisa except for my mother. She and I have never seen life eye-to-eye: she is all about business and manners and coldness; I, on the other hand, am all about fun and sex and being relaxed. Up until recently, I didn't really unde...
You and I had been friends for quiet some time, sharing a common bond in subversive, dumb comedies, quirky cartoons and a general agreement that laughing a lot is the best way to spend out your life to zero in this world. We met through our jobs awhile back; your flashing eyes and warm smile put me at easy the very first day. Finding out that we had so much...
SS39: "How To Tickle A Girl Insane" *** After two stories featuring husband-and-wife BDSMperors Mrs. Sandra Ariana Burton and Mr. Louis Oliver Burton at the forefront ("How To Break A Bad Rabbit" and "How To Wage A Wargasm"), I've brought them back for a third time—well, just Sandy this time (Lou had a similar previous engagement to keep this same even...
"Sweetie, it's not that I don't love you..." explained a black-stockinged Tamara as she adjusted her make-up in the mirror. Her size 4 black dress hugged her one hundred and twenty pound Caucasian athletic frame. "I know," replied a despondent Tom. Watching Tamara dress for her job, one would think she was actually going to the prom. After all, it had just...