1.It was the summer before my senior year in high school. I was eighteen, restless, and unhappy. My parents and I had just moved to a new apartment in a new city. I didn’t know anyone. I’d tried and failed to find a job. I had nothing to do and no one to do it
We’re going to have so much fun!On my way down the higher floor, I’m welcomed by many whores. Boys or girls, there are so many of them. Some have different hair, and some have different complexions, but none are what I like.The wide hallways narrow down to a slim alley, exposing the VIP area. From
Do not hate my obedienceand do not love my self-control.In my weakness, do not forsake me,and do not be afraid of my power.–The Thunder: Perfect MindJILLThat may have been the longest I had ever gone without saying a word. My brain felt like a barge being turned around on a waterslide. Her story caught me
“Hello, Agnes.”Sister Agnes looked up from where she was kneeling in her vegetable garden. It was the spirit of Burt, Mayor of Heavenly Aden. It was hot and she wore only a pair of shorts and a sleeveless blouse. Burt was shirtless. Her hands were soiled with dirt. “Hello, Burt,” she answered. “Welcome!” She stood
“Members’ Hygiene and Grooming – Jeannie and Francie”While less intrusive than the preparation and purification that Slave candidates underwent, Members of the Society also were required to submit to certain health, hygienic and grooming requirements.First and foremost, all sex at the auction was unprotected. No Member was expected to wear a condom. Each Member (as
I moved into my new house a few months ago and have met a few neighbors. I am in my early 50’s and live alone. Seems a big mix of people but there is a house that has caught my eye. Down the road a bit there is a house with 4 young ladies all
Any feedback is greatly appreciated. It encourages an author to continue writing, and helps frame future segments, which this story will have. This story is about a male who comes to realize his submissive dreams, about his humiliation, and dominant women. If these fantasies are not your thing, then don’t waste your time, simply move
Absent calls for more, this will be the last chapter in this series. It likely will not make much sense if you have not read the previous chapters.She loomed over us. At 6’2″, she was slightly taller than our 6′. But with the heels she wore, she stared down at our naked forms, causing us
I was nearly nineteen, and had just finished my A levels at a prestigious British private school, and a friend and I decided to go travelling for a while, to de-stress and await the results. Our families, being rather affluent, were prepared to foot most of the bill, and so the world was very much
We meet at the chic hotel bar, where I have instructed you to come upon your arrival in Montreal.We hug and kiss before sitting at our table. Your body pressed tightly against mine feels wonderful. You are wearing a sexy black dress, one that emphasizes your long legs, with a plunging neckline where the crests
The Mark of AnubisMax hated the night shift. Being a security guard at a museum, while not hard work, was to him often uneventful. Hour after hour he would wander the halls of exhibits, flashlight in hand, his hips swaying back and forth as he listened to club beats on his phone. He would much
I can’t shake the eerie feeling that someone is watching me. The small hairs down my spine stand at attention, as the apprehension in the pit of my stomach blossoms into something I can no longer ignore. Hastily, I scan the crowded bar studying faces, hoping to see someone familiar. The attempt falls short, and
This sadly isn’t a true story, I hope it could be someday.Finally, the date I’ve been waiting for. It’ll be our first time. As I get ready to make sure I dress extra sexy for you, I get out my nicest bra and panties. My massive bra to push up my 30DDD sized boobs (yes
In today’s moral climate when young girls barely into puberty are given sex advice, condoms and pregnancy tests and their parents don’t even have the right to know about it, the sexual mores of the past are quite unbelievable. No, I’m not talking about the long ago past, but only fifty years.I was an only
I wrestled between BDSM or erotic horror for this story, but in the end decided the relationship between the two main character’s was more BDSM-y.Tess O’Meter — Amber.-XI followed the path through the darkness of the woods. The trees creating shifting shadows as the moonlight broke through, but the path was dark. I kept the
Everyone wants to be near her. I don’t blame them because I do too. My wife Marisa, at 46 years old, is still the hottest woman in the room.We have these neighborhood get-togethers a couple of times a year. It’s an opportunity to get just a little dressed up and spend some time away from
Thank you all for reading the continuing saga of The Camping Trip. I appreciate all the support I have received. Please kindly rate my story and leave me comments, I would like to hear what you all have to say.This is a fantasy and I choose to have no STI’s in this world. All participants
Karen was settling into her new life in New York quite nicely. Resting in her Brooklyn apartment, she took a minute to admire the new business cards that bore her name, Karen Smith, Vice President, Digital Systems Inc. Commonly known as DSI, it was one of the worlds largest publicly traded tech companies.Karen was proud
And so Monday came. I didn’t know what to expect. Would the guys actually go through with it. What would I see when I got downstairs to make the breakfast? Five naked men, of five who had not had the nerve to do it?When I got down to the kitchen, only Nick was there and
This story is a collaboration with another member, “luisalovesitall” and is a crossover story. Look for “The Fishing Trip – B” in the member site of “luisalovesitall”This story contains: MM, GROUP, CUCK*****”Hey Joe,Tommy here. My wife is going away for the weekend, you want to go up to my cabin for some fishing? I’m going