My name is Jamie; I am freelance photographer and a masseur. I am 21 year old guy but look to be about 16. I am four feet and ten inches tall and now weigh 110 pounds. It had been an awkward time growing up being as short and thin as I was at the beginning of last year. I have never had to shave and have looked like a young high school kid for many years n...
The reader should read RESCUING DIANNE before reading this part in order to understand the plot. GE286 I awoke and saw Dianne watching me as I napped on the plane back to Ocala. She looked so sweet and childlike as she smiled. She said she couldn't believe how much she liked me. She said she felt I really liked her and even more important, I respected her t...
Disclaimer: All living and artificial characters, places and companies are figment of the author's imagination. Unfortunately you cannot order a doll from 'Fooka Fikka Pichka' Inc. Note the tongue? It is firmly planted in cheek. ©2010 Wolffwerks "Please fuck the shoe slut Sir or Ma'am! I am Dr. Bane's Pichka and I would love to take you to the Night of t...
The personal ad in the back section of the New York Review of Books caught my eye immediately: Widow seeks personal assistant. Must be well-educated, worldly-wise, well-traveled, have impeccable taste, be totally discreet, loyal, and available 24/7. Excellent salary. On-the-job training as appropriate. Send résumé to Box 7532. I had risen rapidly through t...
Of course, this is a work of fiction and those knowledgeable in things transgendered will find many flaws in the details of this story. Let them go. It's erotic fiction, not a medical treatise. Although I enjoy BDSM there is none here except that the idea of having one's body transformed in some permanent way seems to me to be the ultimate bondage scenario....
It wasn't much of an auspicious beginning. The very first two words I said to Natalie were simply 'Good afternoon', and my first action was to lay my small mesh basket in front of her and smile. "Good afternoon" she'd replied, and reached to take my small bunch of bananas from the basket, ring up '65p' on her till, and put them into a small bag. But it wa...
Part 1 – Jane DISCLAIMER: This is a piece of erotic fiction, the themes of which include cuckolding, unwitting humilition of the husband, and impregnation. If this is not your cup of tea then please feel free to stop reading at this point. Alternatively, if you are the kind of person with the time on their hands to read a long story with a subject matter y...
This is latest story in the tales of two people who meet every couple of months in an on-going affair to make up for what they are missing out on in their own individual married relationships. Please enjoy, vote and leave feedback. *** She was looking in the opposite direction when I walked up to her, placing my hand on her hip and pulling her in close. I...
She was sitting in the ESU library, with a stack of imposing-looking reference books on the table, and a faint frown on her face as she typed a few notes into an expensive-looking laptop. She wasn't wearing any makeup -- not that her perfect skin actually needed any -- and her hair was pulled severely back from her face and gathered in a single flowing sabl...
The next day Ron was working with the American gentlemen. He was called Nathaniel Rutherford. Ron met him and his bodyguard at Gatwick. Rutherford was old, to Ron he looked like he was about one-hundred-and-twenty-three years old. Ron took them to their hotel on Park Lane. He and the bodyguard took the luggage up. They weren't long at the hotel because Ruthe...