Toys

The following is a story which started off a long time ago, then was slowly added to, until recently when the other 80% was added to make it complete. I hope you enjoy it. The codes below are accurate, as it is a lengthy multi-part tale as well. Kylie Escapes She was just 15 when she was rescued from the clutches of the gang she was hanging about with. Young and impressionable, she was unaware of the potential outcome of things had she not been rescued on that fateful night so many years ago. She thought that the members of the gang she was mixing with appreciated her for something other than her rapidly maturing body. They were not so bad, nor was she, it was more a case of like the Suzi Quatro song, “I may be too young, to fall in love, but I’ll still hang around” - with the usual negative outcome which accompanies such associations. ...

Author's Note: I do like the female form in a uniform, and I was attracted to a friend of my sister, everything else is imagination “Can I come round? I’ve got a surprise for you.” It was my sister’s friend Lisa, recently turned eighteen, and now my girlfriend. She was slim, about medium height, with a gorgeous figure that had filled out in the past few months to something like 32-20-32. Her eyes were blue and her curly hair was that colour that wasn’t blonde and wasn’t brunette. I’d not long found a flat and it was still a little disorganized, and Lisa had been helping me get things straight. ...

I hear the beeper on my collar emit one loud “tweet!” One? Damn it. Two would at least be a known quantity; just 100 strokes, barely takes a minute and George, formerly my Rottweiler but now apparently my master, is more than happy to make them quick. But one; he’ll know that it is a time thing, not a speed thing, and we could be at it for awhile. It all started because I was pissed off. What pissed me off, you ask? Stupid porn stories. ...

Lucy’s live-in lover has left the house. He will not be back for hours. How do I know? I’ve been watching their apartment for days. I know their routines as well as if they were my own. How do I know her name? I’ve been through her garbage. What am I? I’m a peeping Tom. Well, actually, that’s not true. A peeping Tom doesn’t do anything other than watch - I do. ...

When you read the title of my story, you may wonder what the heck this is about. Well, if I wasn’t experiencing this myself I would struggle to understand it as well. Hi, I’m Stan, devoted husband of Diana. Diana does a lot of exercise, including yoga, to keep fit. She also likes to play with toys when I’m not there, or when I’m too tired or when I’m recovering from previous love play. As you can guess, she has an healthy appetite. Quite often she will also have anal toys at work while I’m at work “up front”. ...

Author's Note: A fancy old style brothel caters for the ‘sexual advanced’ in every way thinkable. A large stable of slaves, often related or married, is run by a statuesque woman and her imaginative staff. Anything goes… The story centres on severe torture, cruel body modifications and extreme chastity enforcement. Do not read this when you are under age. This is for adults eyes only. Many people enjoy the adventures of Indiana Jones. Very few of those same people would actually enjoy things like running for their lives in front of a crushing boulder, or getting kicked into a snake pit. Sometimes fantasy is just fantasy, no prelude for reality. Take this story as it is: Fantasy. Now read on. ...

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. ...

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. ...