Brown eyes looked around the room in disdain. A growl came from his lips as he looked at everyone around him. They all had some kind of different theme going on with their shorts or pants, but he had on pink tights with gold pointed female flats and a pink tutu. He had never been so emasculated in all his life. Everyone stood there, while he sat there. He cr...
Fake Memories of Burning Man * These stories are based on what I believe would be the reactions of real ex-girlfriends, but the situations are fictional. Names and details have been changed to protect their privacy. Burning Man is an enormous week-long art festival taking place in the Nevada desert. It combines large art pieces, music, performance art, a...
"Hi sexy," he grinned impishly out at her, blinking his eyes to adjust them to the bright sun, as he opened the front door to greet her. "Is Dora...?" She began and then did a double take: "What do you look like, Marcus?" "Don't you love the ice blue?" Lindsey looked the young man up and down and, smiled, despite the initial shock. He was wearing a pale...
Having discussed a mutual need for a relationship based on the exchange of power, a dominant man and a submissive woman decide to experience the gift of each other for the first time. She is dressed in her regular clothes, as per his instructions. Underneath, she wears a corset, black with lace trimming, black lace g-string underpants, and thigh high stocki...
[Is this the ultimate plimsoll fetish sex fantasy?] Chapter 11 -- What a difference a year makes. When we first met and told each other of how we had acquired our shared fetish for plimsolls we discovered that a common item in our stories was a white tennis dress: Bryony's in my case and Lucinda's in Emma's. So we agreed that on our first anniversary we wo...
After a long week at work, I was looking forward to a quiet weekend of relaxing in front of the TV with a beer, but my fairy godmother had other ideas. "Good morning sissy," came her stern voice as soon as I woke up Saturday morning. I whimpered, immediately knowing I was in for a humiliating weekend. She frowned, not pleased with my whimpering. She's an ol...
There was a definite sense of finality in the loud 'click' of the lock at the back of the pig's head mask she had placed over my head. She set out my speech options as she unpacked the pig-trotter extensions she was going to place on my arms and legs. Basically, while dressed up like a pig I was allowed to say 'oink' and nothing else. Two 'oinks' meant 'yes...
As Salaam Alaikum, to any kinky fellow Muslim reading this. Salutations and greetings, ladies and gentlemen. I am Aminata Kanu, also known as Mistress Ka, an expert on BDSM and Black sexuality. I'm a young Black Muslim woman living in the City of Santa Barbara, California. Before we go any further, I must warn you that I'm into some truly extreme shit, and I...
I'm didn't take the time out to describe myself. I often skip over my features. They are both a gift and a curse. Young girl, very timid, secretive and shy. Early masturbator, enjoyer of porn and as my youth went about, and more and more aggressive, into my teen years. At that same time I found boys to be boring as hell, and always needing to be led. I had a...
[All characters in this story are 18 years old or older. Readers offended by descriptions of bodily functions should not read further.] Once more, with love to Megs The worst thing about everything that was happening was that I was an 18-year-old high school girl but my English teacher still sent notes home to my mother. I had asked Miss Steele why she sti...