“Madame I think I have the perfect candidate for you.” “Excellent, but you know I have very specific requirements.” “Yes of course Madame, but I think this one fits your requirements perfectly. He is young, attractive, slim, a little androgynous even. He has no ties here, he is on holiday, on his own, from England; he is not staying anywhere, no contacts, no one expecting him. He has just a backpack and a ticket to return in three weeks.” ...
Author's Note: This is fan fiction based off the short-lived “Brady Brides” television show and is meant to stay at a PG rating or less, so this may not be for everyone. However, I often think that if every episode had these elements in it, it would have lasted a lot longer than just six. This story also takes place in 1981. For Marcia Brady Logan, sharing a new home with her younger sister Jan and her new husband Phillip Covington III was not easy, nor was getting used to her new husband, toy designer Wally, and all of his antics. So, having an unexpected day off on Wednesday while everyone else was at work was a guilty pleasure she relished. After kissing her husband Wally goodbye for the day and saying goodbye to Jan, Marcia quickly finished cleaning up the dishes from breakfast and started on some neglected chores. ...
Author's Note: I posted this a little while back on Gromet’s. Apologies to those readers who frequent both sites, but I didn’t get any feedback whatsoever over there, and I’m itching to know if the story is any good. I mean, personally I loved the concept and I sure as hell enjoyed writing it, but for some mysterious reason I can never tell if the outcome is hot or sucks balls. And really, what good is writing a story without some praise/disdain from subgrrl, or getting to hear what “Betty says,” or receiving some professional critique on amateur pulp from Darios, or hoping for 5s from all of the anonymous voters out there? ...
Author's Note: Little did he know it had all been arranged beforehand Mr.Wickenbottoms was naked and engaged in his most favorite activity augmented by purloined items which are destined to make his weekend a most memorable one.He is 24 and the only male instucter at the Tanning Academy. Which is an elite experimental private college for young women. Although exceptionally knowledgeable in his field he is somewhat lacking in social experience and one could say even reclusive, apprehensive and shy. Especially around the opposite sex. This did not go unnoticed and was in fact a major reason why he was chosen as an instructor at the Academy. He was handsome with dark, longish but well styled hair. Rather large black plastic frame glasses which gave him an awkward and one might even say nerdish appearance which clashed with his otherwise good looks. He was relatively slim but hardly athletic. Eschewing physical exercise and sport, his life was a sedentary one which likely contributed in giving him somewhat narrow shoulders and an almost inordinately plump and protuberant bottom. At the moment he was engaged in exercising the one “muscle” which did get a lot of his attention. ...
Ellie Brown was happy. She is 19, tall and athletic, long legs a firm round ass and perky,outthrusting boobies lickably luscious and as delectable as ripe melons. Her blonde hair is simply styled, falling shoulder length and parted on one side. She wearing strappy black sandles, a very short black skirt and a white sleeveless shirt partly unbuttoned. Her blonde framed face is very reminiscent of Michelle Phillips circa 1966. But she is also sad as well. Hearing about her poor Uncle Harry, her favorite uncle who had suffered a fatal heart attack a week ago at the much too early age of 53. Ellie had been visiting him st the time. She had been informed by her mother that she was requested to attend the reading of Uncle Harrys will later that day, in the city. ...
Part 1 It was quarter to 12. The door bell rang and she got up and went to the door. It was her friend Carmen. Carmen was there to pick her up. They were going to a movie after lunch. She said." We can’t go yet. I have to feed my brother." Carmen looked at her. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She said. “No.” Stephanie said grinning. “It’s not quite what you think.” ...
Author's Note: This is a bondage story that i hope you will enjoy to your abilities! Chapter 1 Hi i’m Chloe Polo, and now i’m 25 years old. This started when I was 19 and my master is standing here next to me while i write this for your, and his amusment. I was into bondage since the age of about 14. I tryed out self bondage but I couldn’t find the thrill in being able to get out if i need to. I gave up bondage for a long while until on my 18th birthday ...
Author's Note: Mistress to the rich and shameless has her world turned upside down by a Lesbian street urchin. Once again I woke up screaming and in a cold sweat, the thin gown clinging to my pain ravaged body. And as before the nurse rushed in to sedate me and hold my hand until I calmed down. A tearful drama repeated several times so far. The needle pierced my arm and she held me tightly as I cry incoherently in her arms. “Oh Jessica” she would whisper as I cried silently in her hair, “Its ok I’m here baby.” ...
Prologue When I was young, I fell down some stone steps and it left me disfigured. One bad step and my life was greatly altered. I have a nasty scar on my forehead and a smaller one on my lips, a gash on my chin, a squashed nose, mismatched cheeks, and I have a squinty eye. People showed pity to me at first, but as I grew the pity was replaced by disgust. I tried to counter it by working out so I had a good body. And I was blessed with a very fine penis. But it didn’t help. Women were too repulsed by me for me to show it to them. As time passed I became a woman hater as every female I met insulted me, patronized me, rejected me, used & cheated me, and even hurt me. When I got into bondage and BDSM, I really got into it, thinking of having several sex slaves to do whatever I wanted to and they’d have to take it whether they liked it or not. I spent years building up a collection of toys and equipment for the day I’d get to strike. There were some girls at the school I went to and worked at that I wanted to have and vowed to enslave them. And opportunity gave me a chance sooner than I thought… ...
I pull up into my driveway like so many nights before. The din of the car cut short with a brief key turn. I open the door and traverse the walkway to the door. Man I want a shower I think. I turn the key and enter my house..something seems different…were those blinds drawn when I left? They must have been, I shake my head and proceed to my bedroom. I throw off my shirt and drop my pants, under wear is whipped off in a moment; I’m gunning for the shower. ...