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It happened again. The first time was just seconds long. This time, way too long.Mom is taller and her figure fuller than mine. Her breasts, oh my god, I am so jealous. I wish mine were so big.Clearly, I am foreigner in her body. It was weird.A sun dress, I was wearing a sun dress!
Shout out to Coolboy on this one for messaging me with the idea. I was struggling with a little bit of writer’s block and this just set me off.All characters are 18+ and fictional.Please comment, as this is how I know you like it.As always, please enjoy.___________________________________________________________________”Daddy!” Laura chirped, alerting her Dad immediately to the
I have read many stories and now I am addicted to this site. This is a true story about the extras of my wonderful and productive sex life. After my marriage at 24, my wife and me used to live in a dharmashala. This place had a square open compound in the center with rooms
“MMMMM!!!” You moan, biting on the fist sized ballgag as the fuck machine keeps pounding you. Prior to this day, you never thought that overstimulation could be used as an effective means of torment. However the never ending stream of orgasms is too much for you. And no matter how hard you try, you are
Ms. Palmer, the facility secretary, laughed at the pathetic story. It amused her to think of how disproportionate, yet richly deserved, this new inmate’s punishment would be. He had truly brought this upon himself.”So, inmate 534, you think that because your debt was only $8.50 your level of punishment should be only a very light
Notice: This story is a work of fiction, told in the first person. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.This story has been copyrighted in the year 2000 by the author known as “The Collector”. The author has agreed to place this story onto specific sites on the Internet for the
This is about a stepparent, not a biological parent. Some people do not consider that “true” incest. So be it.Also, this is not a treatise about Freightliner trucks. Over many years, the company produced a large variety of models. Marion does say that it’s a 2008 model. For the purposes of this story, it’s a
My father never laid eyes on me. He disappeared when Mom told him she wouldn’t have an abortion. Growing up with a mom who worked part time had advantages and drawbacks. The major advantage: She spent a lot of time with me. The main drawback: We barely scraped to cover our expenses.When I was in
Short and sweet, just like my mum.*All characters are over 18 years oldI was just sitting on the couch in my sweatpants, no shirt. I had been watching tennis all morning. I played occasionally and was quite talented. My family had always been athletic and fit.My mum came into the living room and sat down
Authors Note: Hiya All – The previous two chapters of this story are my early writings more than ten years ago. However I always felt the story was never complete so I’ve decided a third chapter is in order. To have a full understanding of the characters its best that you read the previous chapters
***This is part seven of what I believe will be at least a ten part series following an evolving incestuous relationship between adult siblings. You would enjoy this much more if you read the previous six, but it can also be read as a standalone. All characters in sexual situations are over 18.***After spending four
I have just finished a major rewrite of one of my first stories (Ohope Beach). As I sat piecing together all the events of that summer and getting them in order, my mind kept straying to events in the following year. One in particular stood out. It was the first, and if I remember correctly
“Fantasy never really lives up to what you want them to be.”I remember Am saying that as much as anything else that night. Am and I sitting in the parking lot, me shaking like a leaf and trying to work up the nerve to get out of her car.”The ‘De Plane, De Plane’ little dude
“Ugh!” said Kate, as she slammed the car door shut. She looked across at Carrie, who was settling herself down in the front passenger seat. “That really was …. Ugh!”Carrie made a face. “Long live the patriarchy!” she laughed. “The patronising bastard!””It took all my self-control to stop me kneeing him in the balls as
“Everything that gives pleasure has its reason.” — Charles Baudelaire, Salon de 1845It did not take long to get used to working in lingerie at the club. The biggest challenge was posed by the high heels, and by the end of each shift I was near to exhaustion. But on the whole it was a
No Escape (Tales Of Emasculation)Chapter 1 – The New ParadigmIt was early summer, just a few weeks after the spring semester ended. Life was good for young, horny college juniors with three months to do whatever they damn well pleased. Merrick cruised down the highway, the top down in his 2020 Ford Mustang convertible. The
All characters in this story are over the age of 18At the conservative church in which I grew up, Pastor Johnston, the head pastor, made it clear that premarital sex or any sex outside of marriage would put me on the path to Hell. The youth pastor, Pastor Will, always trying to be the cool
I’m excited, that morning I took extra care in getting ready. I chose an olive green dress, it was heavier material, but I didn’t know what the weather would be like. My make-up was light as normal, however, black eye mascara, and ruby red lips, finished my look. I got to the hall where I
Hello everyone, I’m YUG from India, now I’m around 30 years old. But this story was back during Covid times, when I was studying in the US. As we all know, all classes were suspended all of a sudden at those times. It was the initial days of covid, and I was left alone at
For the purpose of relating these events, I’ll say my name is Pam and leave it at that. For reasons that should soon be clear, I can’t risk any of this being discovered by someone who knows me. I was thirty-two when all of this started, a time when many people consider a woman to