I've cleared my calendar for the afternoon and going to be spending this time with my fwb Daddy. On the drive over to his place, it got me thinking, he and I have been FWBs for a long time, and this story is an attempt to chronicle how I went from being a newbie sissy wannabe to his addicted, shameless cock slut. This is my first submission ever here; I hope...
Someone on a site I frequent fantasized being the "target" of a bukkake. What follows is a stream of consciousness story prompted by that comment, written in second-person. I've never imagined being the solo target in a bukkake, but I have thought about what it might be like if I shared the experience with a girl and had like-minded people make our shared fi...
Furtive glances give way to lingering eye contact between them during the pauses in conversation. They have been talking for quite a while in the waiting room of the hospital waiting for word on the newborn baby of a mutual friend. The discussion inevitably turns to sex, as it seemed to always do, whether they were alone with each other or with the group of...
He arrived at the doorway, and knocked gently to announce his presence. Without words, the door was pulled open slowly from the other side by the room’s occupant, and upon seeing her standing there, he took a few steps towards her and gently kissed her on the lips. They embraced, holding their body’s tightly to one another whilst still wallowing in the long...
Anyone living in the northeast during the ice storm of '98 will never forget how most of us were left without power for up to a week. Having a 2-year-old at home, my wife and I found ourselves in a situation where we had no choice but to ask someone fortunate enough to still have electricity if we could spend a few days. This story is about what I experience...
Authors note:- I might suggest that those of you who don't enjoy my stories exercise your right to stop reading at this point. We'll miss you, but I am certain in this way we can avoid all the ugliness that tends to accumulate with the comments section; or better still, avoid any anonymity and write and upload your own piece of literature for all to see. I...
Duke Boulet stamped snow from his boots and stared hard at the fortress spanning the valley ahead. It was a grim place, grey stone walls and battlements lined with wicked looking spikes, and it had been a long journey to reach it, here at the heart of the Mistral Peaks. A long, hard, cold and hungry journey, but the Duke and his men had not wavered. The king...
My name is Kali and I'm a genetic anomaly, what you would consider to be a mutant. We don't like to be called mutants. We find that term offensive. To us, it's like calling a woman a bitch, addressing a black person by the term nigger or calling a gay person by the term fag. There are lots of others like me out there. Ordinary men and women whom Fate chose t...
When the count is finished and the fight ends, you stroke my thigh and gently press my knee cap with your thumb and little finger. People are starting to stand, shouting, swearing – sweat is rolling off the ring and we're near enough to smell it. You've won a bit of money, but your gesture means you want out of this crowd and home, soon. The money can wait u...
In spite of her stern expression, I couldn’t help but find the woman standing in front of my desk attractive. Her blonde hair was tied up in a bun but I bet it would have framed her face very nicely if she let it down. In spite of her conservative business suit, the subtle curves I could make out were quite impressive. Of course, she would have been even mor...