We peeked out of the crack between the fibreboard plates looking for a slack in the traffic outside of the small cubicle and tried to make as discreet an escape as possible. My mature friend proved remarkably adept at this and soon strode on alongside busy travellers in a very confident manner with me struggling to keep pace behind her. My eyes were transfi...
I rang the doorbell and a dog started barking. It was not a yap but the deep woof of a large dog. I was calling on Mrs Evans for some private tuition in biochemistry. Earlier in the year I had been ill for a fortnight when my class had been taught the basics of biochemical pathways. When I came back to College I found I couldn't understand what the hell was...
Maude 4: Initiation Introduction If you like the feel of soft wool against your skin, and the idea of a mature lady ordering you about, to do things you wouldn't otherwise dream of, then Maude could be for you. She was for me! Maude lived in the suburbs of a town in southern England, and all names in the stories have been changed to protect our identities....
I would like to read more stories with wool fetish as a theme, like some of the stories submitted by Smother or Maude. That being the case; I have tried to write a story in the same vein myself. Comments and improvements are appreciated. It was winter and bitterly cold outside. I was leaving my home town on a late-night flight to go to university, unsure of...
When I spoke to Joan to let her know when I would be arriving she informed that her Mother had passed away and that the Funeral was going to be on the Friday before I arrived. Unfortunately, there was no way that I was going to be able to get there any sooner. She told me not to worry the Matron of the Nursing Home, who answered the phone when I called, had...
Johnny had always preferred the money-shot endings of porn movies to the acrobatic positions and over-acted, fake-sounding enthusiasm of the rest of the scene. By the time he got to college, he had discovered streaming porn sites where fellow cumshot-lovers uploaded compilations of their favorite happy endings, conveniently edited together to maximize jackin...
In her dreams, Valina was Kitten. And Kitten was being a very, very good girl. She was immersed in slick vines, lost in tentacles from a vine dryad she had known many years ago. The vines slid over her like tongues, lapping over her breasts. She hung suspended, arms and legs spread out, as a vine slid between her legs and slithered over her pussy. And she...
I'm Violet, and this is one of my stories. We have been listening to a book, "The Ultimate Guide to Kink: BDSM, Role Play and the Erotic Edge" by Taormino, on the long, rainy ride back from the beach. We listen to a chapter, pause, and discuss our takeaways. It gives us a lovely way to explore and get new ideas. Reading and discussing helps pass the time mu...
I walked into the second-hand charity shop and there she stood, behind the desk. I knew she was called Maude when I read the identification badge pinned to her cardigan. It was a dark blue, v-kneck cardigan, under which she wore a pale blue lacey-knit sweater. Her face - now I noticed - was smiling at me, looking at her. She was in her late forties, I guess...
All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 8... Isabelle had asked Heather to ask me if we could go up to see her one Saturday afternoon. I knew exactly what she meant, but still couldn't resist the thought of being with both women again. They...