This story is based on people, places and events, mostly from my life. Most of the things in this story, or something very similar, have happened -- or been done -- to me. It's not necessary, but I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one. I love feedback, comments, and criticism; it helps me to improve my writing, and e...
Author's Note Chapters 12 through 17 are the final chapters to "Donna's Ultra High Heels - Book 2" and will be sequentially submitted in both the Fetish and BDSM categories in the following order: Chapters 12, 14 and 17 in the Fetish category and chapters 13, 15, and 16 in the BDSM category. ***** Chapter 14 Donna and Ken slept late the next morning af...
So there I was, my cock hard as a rock, with only a flimsy piece of green cloth covering it up, about to go onto a beach and let someone take pictures of me in front of several hot women! Wow, how did I get here? I guess I'd better back up and explain. It was a Tuesday (why do weird things happen to me on Tuesdays?) and I had a gig as an assistant on a phot...
"Definitely desperate," Ann comments on her reflections in the mirror. Her pristine white blouse shows she doesn't want to be obvious, but it is buttoned down to show the opposite. Maybe this will work better than the power suits she has worn this week Her skirt is short enough to show of most of her legs. She will do almost anything to get a deal. Ann will...
A few months back I convinced my wife, Kate, to go out dancing in a tiny dress without underwear. She was very reluctant at first but by the end of the night she found it as thrilling as I had. At one point, after initiating an intense sex session in the club's bathroom, she got so into the fantasy she began telling me how she let a stranger on the dance flo...
Andrew smiled at me as he held up two pairs of skimpy speedos, one for each of us. "So we've got to wear these," he said. "That's the condition they've laid down." My jaw pretty much hit the floor. "Are you serious?" I asked. "No fucking way am I wearing a fucking speedo dude! That shit's fucking gay." I'd been so into the idea of going round to Andrew's...
"How does this one look?" Kathy inquired as she posed in a yellow and blue bikini. It was the fourth bathing suit she'd tried on and she was becoming frustrated. "It looks good, Honey," I responded. "I like that one just as much as the others." "Oh, damn," she sighed. "You're missing the point! Everyone is going to be at that pool party—I have to look spe...
For those that commented so nicely on my previous Prequel about Chrissy Thank You. This is the beginning of the story I wrote first. It is quite a long tale and will be slow to edit and tidy but be patient it will come. I hope you will enjoy the story; some chapters are better than others but I hope you will like them all to a degree. As with my other sto...
In the first episode, I met up again with Sue in Brighton, over twenty years after our first brief affair, and caught a first glimpse of her eighteen-year-old daughter Barbara; a dinner with Sue turned into a very hot night. ---------------- Sue didn't immediately invite me round again and I didn't feel I should press her -- nothing had suggested she wante...
I was nervous as hell when I arrived at the tavern. I could hear the people cheering already as I entered the back of the building. I arrived with eleven other girls, all of whom answered the same advertisement I did. "Girls wanted for Bikini Contest. Expenses paid for travel and accommodations! Cash prizes!" the ad said. The only stipulation, I was told, w...