After a stiff drink in our resort room and some convincing, Ellen finally agreed to remove her panties and go without any undergarments. We headed down to the club with her wearing nothing but a slim fitting, black dress that went to above her knee, her sparkled champagne colored heels, a black lace choker and nothing else. Her 5' 2 inch 110 lb body looked a...
Penultimate - what a dreadful word to have to use in respect of a holiday but it was indeed my penultimate day: tomorrow I knew I would have to board the aeroplane back to England, back to Gatwick Airport and a dreary train journey into London. The year before I had become quite depressed, watching the rain through the windows of the train, knowing my summer...
Author's Notes: I'd like to thank the volunteer editors, jimbean485, Kirk2004, stewarj427l, and ill_eat_wince for their editing help with this story. Although I didn't use all their editing tips, I appreciate all of you for using your valuable time to help me tell this story. To the readers especially the ones who have expressed enjoyment in reading my word...
The pilot came on the intercom and informed us passengers that we were some forty minutes from landing, the weather was blah, blah, blah and thank you for flying XYZ Airlines. My sleepiness stopped me from paying attention to almost everything that he had said. It had been a long and boring flight, filled with me mostly sleeping and gawking at the flight a...
Chapter 6 12 Years Ago Sophia MacKinnon stood in front of the mirrors as her mother primped and adjusted her dress and veil. It had taken 6 months of choking down celery and brown rice and putting herself through boot camp 3 days a week, but it all paid off as she zipped into that goddamn funnel of a wedding dress -- the unforgiving material cinched around...
Late on a hot August afternoon I boarded the subway at 14th Street, and sat down in the next to last available seat. At the following stop a black couple, obviously lovers, boarded and she took the seat next to me, with him standing in front of the two of us; leaving me staring at his right hip. I'd been kinda edgy all afternoon; knew my period was coming b...
The story continues... I was sitting in the kitchen chair looking at Dan sitting in his recliner. Greg was sitting on the couch, with only a towel wrapped around him. I guess Greg and I were waiting for Dan to talk first since Tammy was gone. "You really just met that chick?" Dan asked Greg. "Yeah man. We had our first date last night. I fucked her all ni...
Lord Marchington's Staff. If truth be told I was dreading my return to Marchington Hall, my brother Charles the Fifth Baron Marchington was barely cold in his grave before I found myself dragged from service overseas to oversee his estate, though in truth it was no longer his but mine. He left his dear wife Marjorie, as frigid an ice maiden as ever walked...
This story continues where "Throne of Panties" left off. A man made the mistake of allowing a stewardess to see him in panties and stockings and instead of getting a blowjob he was pushed to the ground and now another passenger becomes involved. I think both stories would benefit from being read in order. ***** "Oh really." the other passenger said. "Does...
Scrip didn't get Marigold. First she'd asked him to bring home other men for threesomes, then she'd told Scrip, after a few session that she didn't want him to participate. Really, but to "just watch" which was fine with Scrip, as it seemed most of the time when there was a three-way. Marigold did almost all the sucking and attention on the other guy while...