Stories

THE SHOWER Maddie and Stephanie met at the gym a year ago, and had been workout buddies for the last 6 months. Maddie knew Stephanie was in a lesbian relationship with her girlfriend Nicole, and as they were leaving the gym one afternoon she asked “Why doesn’t Nicole ever join us working out?” Stephanie said “Nicole doesn’t like to work out, and it shows a little” and giggled. “But I love her anyway. You should come over to the house sometime and hang out with us, I think you’d like her.” ...

Author's Note: This is the start of a story I’ve been thinking about for a while. I’ve got three more parts written so far with a couple of interesting twists ans turns that I hope people enjoy reading as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them. Part one is fairly plain, but its setting the scene for future parts. Chapter 1 The word love has to be the most stupid word in the English dictionary - at least that was the view of Maddie as she sat sipping her mocktail in the hot midday sun. How on earth one word can cover so much she will never know, for at its shallowest love can describe one’s favourite part of a film, where as other times love just isn’t big enough to describe the feelings two people can have for one another, or the moments they share. The tall leggy blond laid on the sun bed, her tanned golden skin offset by the luxury black bikini. She sat watching her new husband swim in the crystal clear waters of the Maldivian seas as a familiar tickle made her cast her mind back over the last 24 hours to the reason for this particular in depth thought, which given the situation and the surroundings was far to in depth! ...

Jennifer was so horny and she couldn’t do anything about it. Alex had asked Jennifer to dress up in her tight little French Maid’s costume. Not that Jennifer minded. She loved pleasing her lover to the extent that she would do anything asked of her. She had slowly dressed herself in the hotel room while Alex busied in the bathroom for the corporate meeting that would take most of the morning. ...

Chapter 1: Maid’s Inspection It was a typical Saturday afternoon where i had chores to complete around the house. It was now about 1 in the afternoon and i was assigned to feather dust the living room. Mistress had just informed me 10 minutes before that She had invited Guests over later in the day and i was to be on my best behavior. After curtseying in humiliation I quickly resumed my duties. ...

This is not fiction. Every word of it is true! I am a teacher and about 20 years ago, before I got married, I had an interesting summer. Since I had no time schedule, I would nap during the afternoon and then wake up in time for dinner. In the evening, I would write letters and then go out and mail them about 2:00 a.m., then go to bed. I noticed how quiet it was at that time in the morning and wondered about taking some of my private self-bondage outside. [I had been practicing it inside.] Let me describe the way to the mailbox. ...

Carla had been building towards this moment for weeks. Everything was ready, but after so much worry and soul-searching did she dare take the last irrevocable step? Her stomach churned and she felt physically sick. Dare she. Would it ruin everything? Carla’s marriage had ended for many reasons but one, undoubtedly, had been the lack of the serious, wild sex she so loved Reading sex novels had opened up to her imagination a fantasy world of S/M and bondage which held a deep unfathomed interest for Carla. She had bought some handcuffs and dropped a thousand hints to her ex, but while he obliged to some extent, he was not particularly enthused. ...

Author's Note: Katie moves in with her dad after mom passes away form cancer, Once there she realizes her new family does not like her and when dad leaves she finds herself in deep trouble with her step sisters and their boyfriends Chapter 1 Katie hated that she had to leave all her friends in the city and move half way across the country. After her mother passed away from cancer there was no one to care for her in the city. The divorce had taken its toll on both her mom and dad. He moved to Kansas and she stayed in Washington D.C. He started a dog breeding farm and was doing quite well, not to mention he had remarried and had two step-daughters from it while her mom was living on welfare dying from cancer. Her mom had stayed single not wanting to place Katie in any awkward situations. Well THAT was over now. ...

I am a man. My erect penis pushes against the front of my pants, tenting it out. I want to touch it, to fondle it, to stroke it, to feel the orgasmic rush of semen pulsing down the shaft and exploding in a forceful jet. But I cannot. About the only thing I can do is press myself against her. She is hard and smooth. At least I think it is her, for I cannot see. Yes, it must be her for I hear the rustle of paper. But my penis is numb; it has no feeling. All the feeling is inside me, the sensual tactile pleasures generated by my pushing, by the rocking of my pelvis, by the gentle gyrations of my penis. How should it feel, my penis? Should I feel pleasure in the tip? In the shaft? I do not know. ...

Author's Note: Expands a sentence from my long story ‘The Sissy Bargain’ right after I sign a contract where Satan helps people pick boys or girls: beginner homosexuality training. Mall I’m Brandon, penniless but I just signed a blood contract with Satan to fix that. The contract: no hitting on new women (it is fine if the girls approach me), no talking to old flings, free money. Satan and I were finishing and it was time to go home. I think his goal is make men sissies or Betas. Luckily I’ve always had lots of dates and girls so no worries. Signing went good and my advocate Rachel left. ...

Author's Note: I don’t normally write of women topping men, but felt the need to purge my system. Hope those who like this subject will enjoy. TMG Darryl Jenkins wasn’t so much a “Ladies’ Man” as he was a “Ladies Sampler”. He saw no harm in that. With reasonably good looks and a chiseled, 6'1" 195lb frame, he had little trouble finding himself a date for Friday nights (Or any other night, for that matter). ...