This is the second installment of a longer work. "Women Make the Man" Ch1, Pt 1 precedes it. Although this story stands alone, I recommend reading from the beginning. All characters in the story are over 18. *** Mom had been busy unpacking and organizing, getting things ready for our summer in the cottage. I had just turned 18, and this would be my last s...
Showered and with my hair still wet I slipped on a pair of panties and thought over the last while as I fixed and ate breakfast. I needed to control my actions more somehow. I couldn't go on being the wanton sissy slut every night the way I had been and I certainly couldn't go on having unprotected sex all the time! I just didn't know how. I'd start out wit...
Following on from the fun and frolics I had enjoyed down at Ron's, Louise and her partner got in touch via Ron. They had planned a trip up to Scotland to see some of the Commonwealth games in Edinburgh(diving events) and asked if we were anywhere near. Geography isn't their strong point clearly, but after a telephone call it was arranged that they would co...
My fantasy was to meet a muscular black man at a club; dance with him, make out and let him feel me up in front of my husband. My husband and I would live out a fantasy, go home and fuck. I never would have dreamt that what ended up happening would ever happen. I am a very attractive, fit, married, white, 38-year-old woman. I am 5'9" tall and weigh 135 lbs....
The game was an annual Pledge Week Ritual. Every year, the new pledges would prove themselves, their right to be in the Frat. The test was the same every year, with just a different woman. The woman was chosen based on her measurements and whether or not she was a "Queen." This year it was Anna. Anna was chosen because of her coldness. She was beautiful, bu...
Simon stepped back and took a deep breath, admiring the work he had spent the last three days completing. The circle was perfect, scribed in the center of the basement floor with a mixture of talc, holy water, and dove’s blood. The lines contained within the circle were crisp and clear, the color of a wine-soaked sunset. The words that ringed the inner edge...
This is a true story. My wife, Patty, and I are both white. Unlike a lot of stories I've read where the husband claims his wife is a knockout beauty, my 5'3" wife is an older woman, still very cute, but with less than perfect body. In her mid-fifties, Patty's figure has gotten a bit thicker with age. Her melon-sized tits now sag slightly and her well-rounded...
Rachel lives with her boyfriend, Matt, in their quaint rambler home. Their simple suburban lifestyle is nothing glamorous, just two hard working people getting by. Rachel is 5'5 with long thick brown hair that ends below her size 36 C breasts. She has an athletic body that she maintains by going to the gym daily after work. Rachel works at the local café ser...
I've had a crush on Emily since I met her, but I never knew really how she felt about me. Not until Halloween. I was invited to a costume party that she and her roommates were hosting at their townhouse. It was a large sprawling space, enough for twenty people, comfortably, with a large living room and kitchen downstairs. The upstairs had several bedrooms, i...
Yasmin Hussein is the name and I am a Hijab-wearing Muslim woman from Somalia living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Got a story to share with you. Before we get started, though, I want to make one thing perfectly clear. What I do with my pussy is my own damn business, and I answer to one on this. A lot of Muslims in Ottawa and beyond lead double lives, havi...