This is the third chapter in the story of my sexual awakening. You may want to read the original story and then chapter 2 before proceeding with this chapter. The story is based on a series of events that actually happened, but it has also been enhanced by my fantasies as to what might have
DISCLAIMER: No, this story is not real. Hell, it might not even sound realistic. The people are real (although the names have been changed), but that’s about it. I’m not big on build-up or character development, so if that’s what you’re looking for, prepare to be disappointed. I hope you enjoy it, but if you
Vivid and horrible dreams haunt my sleep. I hear the sounds of desperate feet running through the dark forest. Terrified and ragged breathing puffing in and out. Heart thundering, running and running from some horrible monster half-glimpsed from the corner of my eyes. Teeth and claws and blood-stained fur. Running and running, but the thing
It all goes back, to the first time I had sex with her. Her name was Sarah, and boy was she cute. She was 16 at the time, and so was I. Sarah had long brown hair, about 5’6″ hazel eyes, and a chubby figure. Her breasts were an amazing 32DD, and she knew they
I guess you’re wondering what about Jim, well when he was taking me home later that night he apologized for not making our meeting and that he hoped I was not too frustrated, I daren’t tell him that I had been fucked by his son and three of his mates. I said don’t worry there
This is a continuation of The Storm – Part 1 which also takes place in the year 2006. Jen narrates this portion of the tale. Read and heed the warnings from Part 1. Have fun.***I have a lot of regrets in my life. My brother and I shouldn’t have put the savings and investments we
My first experience at cheating and ummm a few other things too. My first experience at cheating was at a New Year’s Eve party. My husband was just finishing university and we were at a party with another couple that were close friends. Now, that party turned out to be pretty boring, and as a
I am Consuela, of Spanish / English descent, forty-two years old, a voluptuous size 12-14 Libran, my olive skin is good, I still have my looks and a strong sex drive. And my legs and firm dimple free, forty-two inch ass is a huge turn on for my man. My man John and I have
Sitting by the open fire outside we share a glass of wine, you feel the warmth of the gentle flames on your skin as we laugh and talk about the world. You feel my arms wrapped around you as I sit behind you in front of the fire. Our conversation takes a pause as you
(This story is dedicated to Lady S, to whom I am enslaved. It is about extortion, blackmail, money slavery, forced-bi, unsafe sex, and should be viewed as fantasy. I am flameproof, don’t need foolish, anonymous public comments, but if you want to email me with comments, I will respond. Hope you enjoy.)The windshield wipers squeaked
This is a story adapted from real life, it is about my soul mate and our journey of sexual discovery and the war between our differing sexual appetites. Hopefully part one leaves you just as worked up as I was and wanting more. If you like part one there are many more stories to come.Our
I allowed myself to get into this, wanted it actually. It’s a little late for recanting and second thoughts at this point. Conscious, but not terribly alert I seem to have slipped into the so-called “sub-zone” as the cheap BDSM novels and web-sites call it. I was never terribly sure what that meant, but think
Both girl are continued to be used by the guys With Sherry’s screams of pain, sobs of crying and threats in my ears, Joe backs me out into the hallway whispering in my ears “They guys said they want Sherry just as bad as they wanted you!” then he disgusts me with his statement “But
My name is Betty Jean. I was raised on a small mid west farm . My dad rented the farm and so mom helped with the field work and raised a large vegetable garden to help ends meet. Money was very tight and at a very early age I was expected to help with the
How one day my wife turned into a Black Cock Slut… For privacy reasons I will be changing the names in the story. My girlfriends name will be Kiran and the Bull’s name will be Jerome. Quick run down on the both of us. We are both 19 years old, East Indian, born and raised
Bike Race Aftermath – Ceremony, Part 1″Girls – we had a winner today,” Mistress Anne started by saying after they had been back in the cell for some hours. All 4 women were in the cell and Mistress Anne had even invited Lola to watch the ceremony.”Janet won the bike competition, but both endured a
It was around noon on Friday. I was nude and propped up in a lounge chair on the sundeck in my fenced backyard. I had the perforated shade umbrella over most of me, as it was hot, as early June tends to be in Texas. I had been out on a long job that had
“It was a tactical choice of yours I presume, having this little ritual of yours be in our bedroom of all places.”It’d been three days of work to reassemble their chambers just so they’d have enough room for the ceremony, a few hours of work for their servants, but Anastasya had been adamant of the
In the bedroom, you’re standing at the foot of the bed fully clothed. I’m sat in a chair watching you, as two men move in on you. We’ve arranged this, anticipated it, looked forward to it, eager for you to be shared in your first ever threesome. We chose them because you liked the look
Melissa and I continue to expand our sexual horizons. My wife Melissa and I began to search for a woman to add to our sexual explorations. My wife works with several single women and she has been slowly planting seeds in her office. During the weeks since we have agreed to bring a woman in