One day my bestie, Caroline, and me were hanging out. We spent all day together. Shopping, walking the beach, laying in the sun, ended up in a bar had a few drinks then in another bar had a few more. She had been talking about her bf all day. How popular he is, how nice
Chapter 30The rest of the afternoon was slow. Emily toured me around the city. We visited a few local parks she went to as a kid and perused a few local stores to pass the time. Around five thirty we got a call from Ms. Laura saying she was ready to be picked up. The
///Cold HandsBy Scottish TexanAll characters engaging in sexual congress within this story are at least 18 years old or older at the time that it happens. This is an original work of fiction, Copyright 2023 © by Scottish Texan. All rights are reserved by the author. This work is not to be published or reproduced
This is a two part story about my new assistant. In Chapter 1, we find out that she has a deep desire to be submissive and gets put to the test to see how obedient she will be. In Chapter two, she finds out what a true submissive slut must endure to please her Master
Part Four — A BoyFive months is just about enough time for you to forget about something, but even if I had forgotten, Sheila clearly hadn’t, because in spring of 2017, my phone popped up with a text message from Sheila, whom I hadn’t heard from since our insane encounter last fall. “Saturday still good
Daddy woke me up that morning by pulling on the chain attached to my teats. (It still made me feel little and dirty to have to call them that but we had agreed on it as a new rule.) I mewled and scooted closer to him, opening my eyes to meet his.”Good morning, pet. You
Everything written below is based on real events. If you’ve read Part 1, that’s what really happened. This story has the alternate ending that my submissive mind wished for.Names changed for obvious reasons..”Blue Balls or a Ruined Orgasm?””What?””I asked if you wanted me to give you blue balls today, or should I spoil your orgasm
Heather’s House Boy Ch 14: Walter’s GirlfriendTo the folks who have enjoyed the Heather series, thank you for your votes! This is the last Heather story I have, at least for now!”I thought you liked putting things in your mouth.” Heather gazed across the kitchen table at her house boy.”I like putting you in my
Pastoral Visit – slave girl saraAnother story based heavily on fact with a little fiction.I slept well and before I knew it my phone bleeped for a new day, six-fifty am Monday morning. I had a Pee and crept into Sir Don and Daisy`s bed and woke them as trained. As I thought Sir Don
Simon Says: Read Chapter One for the actual context here. Not a stand-alone piece. One more chapter after this. Happy reading.—–“Seats 3A and 12B.””Ok.”Caroline handed me my ticket to board the aircraft.As the project had drawn to a near close, the client had been very insistent that the project leadership — ie, Caroline and me
“Finally closing time, let’s get out of here!” Fidanka spat as she reached for her bag and the large bunch of receipts.Rosa rolled her eyes as she grabbed her little black backpack and put it on her bony shoulders. “Yeah sister I’m coming,” she whispered as the two ran outside the cafe. Fidanka ran to
After my wife died I was left with 2 young children. I spent as much time with them as I could, but my job sometimes required that I have dinner, or spend an evening with a client. On these occasions I rely on the neighbour’s 18 year old daughter Katie to babysit for me. Katie
Hey guys, here’s Chapter 27. I hope you enjoy it. This one is a little long, but I think it’s an important one. Again, I try to take suggestions into account. Hopefully, I did okay. Time is marching forward, and soon the big plot points will be resolved. Comments are always welcome and appreciated! As
After running fingers a few times over the fabric, I finally made my way out of the bathroom. Although the poor legs were getting better and better with each step, my stumbling was not unnoticed to Becky.”Legs are stiff, huh?””A bit.” I was staring at her body. She was sitting casually at the edge of
I am Susie O’Connell and Howard provided this story about his “first time” with Colleen (and Colleen’s first time). I was going to mention part of this in one of my stories but Howard (with help from Colleen) tells the complete story.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~My name is Howard Duncan. This story is about my 20th birthday “present” from
I was desperate to cum. I had beed edged over and over again now for hours, my aching balls still had the heavy weight pulling on them and I was encased head to toe in a lycra bodysuit. My arms had gone numb from being pulled behind me in the arm binder and my arse
Hello, every horny little person. Enjoy the story.It was my colleague’s marriage, and this was my first South Indian marriage experience after being abroad for years. Since he is close to me, I stayed in his for the time being. The marriage was spectacular, the crowd was pleasant, and the variety of the food was
This is my first ever submission, written as a gift for a friend about his wife and girlfriend and the lifestyle they live. All persons involved are 18 or older. Names have been changed for privacy. Feel free to leave feedback and let me know if you enjoy the story. It may turn into a
***This might be of interest: For readers of my other stories, His Sister’s Tutor and Choice Matters, this actually can be considered kind of a precursor to them which I had written many, many years before. I had lost the floppy disk this was stored on and by some elaborate circumstance, I stumbled upon it
Editor’s note: this work contains scenes of gay male sexual content.*As I regained my senses, I realised what had happened to me. The dozen strokes of a near judicially sized birch had been excruciatingly painful and almost too severe to receive with any degree of stoicism. Yet here I was feeling very happy and contented