The yellow rose lay silently on her desk as she entered, she went quickly to her chair and turned on her computer, her mind completely on the work at hand, tuning slightly and catching sight of it, she gasped, simple beauty demanding her attention. Well aware of Who would have placed it there, she allowed her gaze to remain upon its unblemished skin, not unl...
I first published this experience a few years ago. I prefer to call them 'experiences' since the term 'story' implies fiction to me. My experiences are based upon my real life. Since I started posting my experiences, my writing skills have improved a little. While, I cannot change what actually happened to me, I have added some more detail and corrected some...
I was liking Zoey less and less. The sociopathic way she would sacrifice another girl to get past a Big Foot safely was horrible, but... I'd just gone along with it. What could I do? She literally had me by the balls the whole time, squeezing a little harder any time I started to argue. She knew how to manipulate people, both guys and girls. Once again she...
1938 Central America A hard yank at the rope made her stumble. She almost lost her footing and ran unsteadily ahead several paces to catch up, not wanting to fall. If she did, they would either drag her, or carry her and she couldn't stand the thought of their hands on her again. Underbrush lashed at her bare legs. She felt twigs snag and rip the lacy...
This story, is in no way intended to offend any American Indian Culture. The characters, and the story, are strictly fiction. All rights are reserved. My hopes are that you enjoy reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please vote. I'm Jonathon, twenty years old, six feet tall, a hundred, and eighty pounds, and my hair, and beard are prematurely grey...
Askook had left his village and for the next two moons he would live off the land to prove his worthiness to become a warrior in his tribe. His 18 year old body rippled with muscles from his hard work and natural strength. He was armed with a bow and arrows, a tomahawk and a knife. He would return to his tribe a man or he would fail and die in the wilderness...
A couple of days after Gail had introduced me into the fun to be had in disciplining her 25-year-old submissive husband, she rang me early one morning. I had been lying back in bed, fingering myself and dreaming up delightfully wicked ways to inflict pain on Rufus, the hugely cocked young body builder, when Gail rang. "Hi, Christel here," I said, rather slo...
I had finally worked up the courage to explain to my wife that I liked to wear panties. I dressed off and on in her clothes for years, and she didn't suspect a thing. Before that, when I was single, I had taken to snatching the odd pair of panties out of the dryer in whatever apartment building I was living at the time. When I was a little boy I had always w...
I was in our complex hot tub last night. I like to go there late in the evening when it's quiet and families have left. I am a cross-dresser and I love to take the opportunity to wear girls' panties whenever I can. I find it exciting, even if no one is there to see me. Today I wore a girl's yellow string bikini bottom. I could have claimed that it was just r...
It was a sultry summer day. I left the house wearing my sexy little blue skirt and a cream chiffon blouse unbuttoned just enough to show my voluptuous cleavage. Underneath I adorned this sexy pair of bright yellow crotch less panties trimmed in white lace. The tops of my stockings peeped out from beneath my skirt along with the little yellow bows that decora...