Your response to Grandpa’s Guide to Girls was so flattering that it motivated me to write this sequel. You voted your approval and made very kind comments about the story of Grandpa Frank helping young Ben woo his first girlfriend.You need to know why I placed this sequel in the “first time” category. Ben is
The inside of the house could not have differed more from the outside. Where the facade was dominated by a boring greys and mirrored and shuttered windows the corridor Nina walked in now was flooded with light, the floor an expertly laid parquet, the walls adorned with murals in warm and welcoming colours and on
Michelle was my sweetheart in high school. Blonde hair, petite blonde, round hips and a set of breast to put any supermodel to shame. I remember just the thought that she might let me touch them was enough to keep me excited for days.We had been on a few group dates and had friends in
Women Pegged the SlutAll characters in this story are over the age of 18 and consent to being written about their participation in this event. The names of the characters have been changed to hide their identity.I go by the name of Ty. I am in my late sixties and have an awesome body that
She had finally ended her abusive marriage. It was over and she felt free. She wasn’t completely rid of him, mind. They still had children together and this meant that co-parenting was always a chore. However, she was always amicable and it seemed to keep his abuse at bay so that the children didn’t become
Just another little thing I had bouncing around in my head. This one has a slow build-up, so if you’re looking for instant gratification, you’re probably better off looking somewhere else. The characters in this story have no relation to the characters in the “The Way Things Change” series. Enjoy!—It was another Friday night in
Zack was an experienced dom. He loved causing excruciating, exhilarating pain to women who loved to receive it. He would never raise his hand to a woman in real life, but in this fantasy world, causing sexual arousal by careful administration of pain thrilled him as much as the recipients.It had started quite innocently when
It was the morning sun that woke me up probably only five hours after falling asleep. The girls were still asleep and my head was pounding a bit telling me that the champagne might have not been the best idea. I decided to put on some clothes and get some coffee and breakfast. Stepping out
HUH?Hand or paddle?? As sinister as it sounds, as scared as I am, intrigued is the best word to use here. All my life, I have been a “good girl”. Been there, done that, crossed-stitched and hand-painted the t-shirts…way too many of them, as a matter of fact.My heart is pounding and I glance down
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This installment continues the story of how my protagonist, a sexual dominant, became a willing sexual slave to his wife. Those interested in him and his story from reading Part 01 will, I hope, enjoy this. Those who are looking for wank fodder will be disappointed, as this chapter contains little actual sex.
“Bloody hell, it must be what, six years, how you doing?” I couldn’t believe it myself. The last time I saw Tim he was lying between my ex wife’s legs making her scream in ecstasy each time he rammed his nine inch cock up her. “I thought you’d gone to the States to head up
I had read about stuff like this on the internet. On the sites, I went when no one was looking, late at night, when I was alone.I have had bondage fantasies since I was too young to be a dirty old pervert, and what I was looking at was the pinnacle of those fantasies.I had
A lot of tension can build up on a navy frigate. All those people, working together for months at a time, away from their spouses and lovers, away from anyone at all. Needless to say, sexual frustrations run high.Eva Beecher was the lone woman aboard the fighter. As an officer observing fleet operations, that put
“Checking out my dick?” I said, somewhat startled. “What in the hell for?” There was obviously a lot I didn’t know about whore-houses. So, Kris and I spent some time that evening going over basic brothel etiquette.”Here’s how it’ll go down,” Kris told me. “We’ll walk in, and you’ll be offered your choice of the
This is my first story, and I’m aware I’m not the best writer. Constructive criticism is welcome!I’m hoping this will become a longer series. Let me know what y’all think!–I was getting pissed off. As much as I tried not to, I couldn’t help but feel that itching anger creeping over my skin as I
My senior year of high school had just ended and summer had finally arrived. I had just dropped my girlfriend off at her house and was heading home when I saw Adri walking from the school.So me being the kind person I am pulled up beside her and asked if she wanted a ride. She
I waved at the gate, trying to conceal the dread I was feeling, nodding half-hearted replies to greetings from the other parents at drop-off and turned to go. Half an hour to kill.”Dan, hi! Walk with me?”It was Liz, a parent of one of the other boys in my son’s class. Dark curly hair, dark
This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Model Slave Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don’t like these things then this story may not be
More than a hundred miles north of Reno, Nevada, is Black Rock City, an expanse of desert ringed by distant mountains, a beautiful place, that has been home to the annual Burning Man festival since the 1990’s. Started by a small group of artists in San Francisco in 1986, the weeklong event is held around
IndigoHe circled around behind me to where I couldn’t see him. Anticipation built in me, not knowing what he was going to do to me. I never would’ve guessed that this would be something that appealed to me–but letting an alpha take control of me like this was oddly soothing.Maybe it was just the omega