Author's Note: (This is one of my first stories posted on the internet at all; don’t be afraid to leave a comment - And constructive criticism is welcomed!) “Come on Megan, we’ve been waiting for weeks to see you in your costume, and the party is in just a few hours!” A gentle thump could be heard, slightly to the right of the top of the stairs, and then a door opening. ...
Author's Note: As with my other stories, i must stress i did my best with the grammar etc but i am dyslexic and never finished school, so please try to look past any imperfections. As also mentioned please feel free to email me if any one would like to strike up a conversation as i love to discuss new ideas and other peoples interests etc. Thanks Paul Sat there staring at the screen, watching his mouse hover over the upload button. He hesitated for a moment and then made himself click. He watched as the 3 images where uploaded and sent. ...
Author's Note: A cautionary tale - always read the small print before you sign Lucy scrutinised the small ad in the local newspaper for a second time, not quite believing her own eyes. If what she’d just read was for real, then it was a dream come true. It just couldn’t be, could it? But there it was in black and white before her very eyes: “Wanted. Aspiring actress, aged 18-25, for lead role in a local independent film production. ...
Author's Note: Once again I have ventured into the world of human livestock. What goes through the mind of a human who finds that he has been reduced to the status of an animal? If you find yourself on that path, not by your choice, how do you cope? How do you adjust? Can you? Update (2013/09/26): I plan to post three chapters approximately every four weeks. In these chapters Jacob becomes better trained as a proper pony. ...
The Game Players: Carina, or Carrie, that’s me – age 18, height 5 foot 11 inches, weight 165 pounds, measurements, 42D bust/30 waist/42 hips. Cassandra, my mother – age 40, height 5 foot 11 inches, weight 160 pounds. Measurements, 40C bust/32 waist/40 hips. Janine, my grandmother, Cassandra’s Mother – age 59, height 5 foot 10 inches, weight 170 pounds, measurements, 42D bust/34 waist/44 hips. The two people closest to me are my mom and my grandma. Mom and I have been a single parent household for a long time now, and grandma Jan is so often involved with us too. We are all lesbians and a bit kinky, and all pretty much Domme too. But we don’t compete or try to push each other around, everyone’s comfortable. And we are not sexual with each other, but very open about our sex lives and preferences and kinks. I’m close to mom now, but right after the divorce, it was kind of difficult for me to communicate with her. She was loving and did her best with me, and I realize now that I was just generally hurt and confused at that time. So when I was discovering my sexuality I would always go to grandma Jan to ask questions and talk about things that were on my mind. She was really my mentor, sexually and as a Domme. I finally relaxed with mom too, and we were also very frank and open about the same things. ...
Author's Note: Though the scene does not focus on the transsexual part, I felt it best to be honest and disclose that part as this is a fantasy of mine and most of it was enacted one day not too long ago. Amber listened as the footfalls indicated her ‘date’ had gone back upstairs. His last words sent shivers down her spine, “When I return, you will be calling me Master and submitting to me totally.” Her only means of communicating were grunts, tears and body language as she tried to plead to him as he departed. ...
Author's Note: I am really starting to enjoy submitting these stories now and reading everyone eles’s work. if anybody would like to strike up a chat with me feel free to email me. I would be interested to talk to like minded people. Hope you enjoy. The music was far to loud for Dave, he was only 30 and already felt he was turning into one of them old people who detested loud music and just wanted a quiet pint. He hadn’t been out since the divorce and his mates had finally convinced him it was a good idea. So there he was sat at the bar of some night club half cut, wondering what was a reasonable time to go home without his mates moaning . Then next to him at the bar she appears, a lovely curvy brunette lady, probably in her 30’s and in a lovely red dress and knee high boots. Dave only noticed the boots as she was on tiptoe at the bar trying to get their attention. She was curvy which he liked and smelt amazing. She turned and looked at him and he offered her a casual smile which she reciprocated. “what you gotta do to get served in this dump, if the music wasn’t so loud perhaps they could hear you”. ...
Author's Note: Authors note: This is a revision of the story I originally submitted. I apologize for the format and poor writing of the first. I know that my English and writing skills are poor. I sent the story to my friend John in New Jersey who helped me with the rewrite it. We all have different skills. English and writing are not mine. On the other hand I can fix anything electrical or mechanical. Hope you enjoy my story and leave good comments. ...
Alana had always been intrigued about what Melissa called her hobby. Melissa never tried to hide the truth, she was unashamed of who she was. Alana just had more questions than Melissa could answer. “So these women, like to be tied up and tortured?” Alana would ask. “Some of them do. I wouldn’t call it being tortured. It’s actually freeing them from all other responsibilities and surrendering themselves to me for an hour.” ...
Rob stood in the kitchen of his studio apartment. His friend, Veronica, had just left. The two had had a drink after class. Given how grueling the lecture had been, they should have had two or three. Rob secretly longed for Veronica, but for now was stuck in the proverbial ‘friend zone’. She was tall with dark brown hair and possessed the best body on campus, with a rare combination of long slender legs and a sizable rack. Getting her back to his studio for a drink was a start, but he’d have to settle for the small accomplishment. ...