Bodice Ripper Or how men got what they wanted, once upon a time. (Very PC - NOT!!!) "In days of old when Knights were bold, and journeyed from their castle, trusty men were left behind, knights needed not the hassle. They helped themselves to pig and peach, and drink from the kings own chalice. Ah, it was a stirring sight, these gypsies in the palace." -...
First time? Does it show? I mean this is... oh- my- god- I- can't- believe- I'm- a- Top- Sheet- at- the- Ritz! Sorry, I'm just a little... Alright. Calm down okay? I've done this dozens of times; this is my ninety- third bed; fifty- fourth as a Bottom. You've done ninety three! Is it true what they say? That most of the time you just lie around waiting....
Hello all, I wish to relate a true experience which occurred not too long ago. Given the intimate nature of this experience and the fact that an aspect of my private life will be open to public scrutiny, I trust you will all appreciate my desire to remain anonymous...but that doesn't mean that you can't write to me with your comments, criticisms, etc. P...
The next day at work was agony. I hadn't slept much, my brain unable to stop thinking about him. His words. His demands. His displeasure. Kneeling before him in the stacks, nipples squeezed tight by the rubber bands, looking up into his eyes as they watched me, playful yet calculating. And, of course, his question. I ran through the events of the day over a...
Pip looked like she might puke all over the tent. She always had more to drink than she should. In the five years we had been together, she had never failed to wake up with a sore head after a night out. 'Lets have a sauna,' she said, lifting her head out of her sleeping bag and looking at me through greasy ruffled hair. Her breath smelled beery. She still...
As he read his novel by the flickering warmth of the dying firelight, I gazed at him longingly. A most likely candidate for my attentions was he, aged from a multitude of unique experiences into the reclusive hulk of what once was. Beset by memories, and beyond the ability to procreate, he would soon cross over into my world of timeless freedom that he had b...
Hi my name is Jean, or as my French old man would say, Zh-ann. I'm a nudist, and exhibitionist junky. I can't help it, been that way ever since I lived in a dorm with some privacy and then off came the clothes. Physically, I pull off an attractive androgynous look, full lips, long eyelashes and slender eyebrows, with long blond hair that I wear pulled back...
I have to get this down on paper if for no other reason than to warn people. For the people who read this I apologize for my unsteady hand and my frayed thoughts. Ahh, there's another one, I have to hold on, I have to get through this. It started with a trip to New Orleans, I had heard so much about the city and couldn't wait to cruise the back streets and...
My plan was to help Nicolle become sluttier. She desperately wants to be the filthiest whore ever. So I'm taking her to a convention at a local hotel where she's going to be the after hours entertainment. But before even meeting the men, she becomes an anal slut for the two black valet parking attendants. In this chapter Nicolle shows them how talented she c...
The little alley was always quiet, and was even more so at this hour of the early morning, after the last of the prostitutes and drug peddlers had departed. Above, the sky was a clear dark blue, already lightening on the eastern horizon. The lesser moon was just visible above the rooftops, a small, baleful, yellowish half-disc, insignificant in the pre-dawn...