As Katrina quietly tip-toed along the hallway she could hear the gentle tick-tock of the old grandfather clock that stood at the end of the corridor. Street lights shone in though the open bathroom door, providing her with a dim view of where she was going. Her feet made barely any sound on the soft
This fiction recalls a series of intensely erotic encounters unfolding at an impressionable age, which opened my mind (and body) to a much wider range of sensual-sexual possibilities than most people (myself included) would have thought I was capable of. At the time, I nearly lost myself in sexual addiction, but managed eventually to get
Last night we had fun, nasty fun and it was so good for me. Let me explain. My cousin Niki came over tonight for some of that promiscuous fun tonight and she arrived around eight thirty with her pajamas and a toothbrush. “Hi Yvette dear,” she said and gave me her normal greeting kiss we
It was late Saturday evening. Katy had just finished cleaning up the kitchen. Earlier she had entertained her friend Nancy, her roommate from college, and her husband Albert. The cook out had been a whopping success. About 6 PM Nancy and Albert left to visit a few of Albert’s friends from school. Since Katy didn’t
Mike peered over Gabrielle’s shoulder as they both read the email. Both were excited beyond words, yet ever cognizant of the fact that it was still only an email and that the true test would be in meeting the couple in person. Such was usually the case when meeting people through these internet personals sites.
Watching her husband pulled out of the drive wave Christy waved goodbye to him from their living room window, then turn to yell at her eleven year old son Ron, to hurry up getting ready for school before he missed the bus. Ron ran down the stairs, waved at his mom and was out the
“Get down on your hands and knees, Beth,” my mistress ordered. I was naked except for the studded black leather dog collar around my neck. “Yes, mistress,” I answered at once, and immediately knelt upon the cold floor. I felt Mistress Ingrid clip the dog leash to my collar. As I waited for whatever would
How many times had she told herself this feeling was wrong? She had slipped only once in her life, vowing never again to let a man touch her until she married him. But a rising tide of sensuality was shattering her mind as she leaned against the tall porch pillar of her cousin’s ranch home
As a young girl, I learned how good it felt to have a doggie licking me. It began one day as I was sitting on a curb licking my ice cream cone with my dog, Lassie. I was about 9 at the time and had on a very short little dress. As I sat there
My wife is very submissive and basically what I say goes, so I thought I would teach her a valuable lesson. I know this girl from work who I am very close to, we talk all the time about everything. Many times sex has come up and she will tell me about her dog, a
Well, another Friday night and no date. Ever since I kicked Bob out to the curb my sexual appetite has been satisfied by my trusty dildo or my fingers which ever I was in the mood for. My name is Ellen and I am an attractive (at least I think so) woman of 35. I
This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help!! It was a night much the same as many others. I was sitting
This extreme story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. “Easy Enzo,” he said as she began to struggle. He held her arms behind her. Her legs were held apart by the spreader, and he felt her stiffen as the dog started to taste her.
This story is an adult fantasy, not real. My name is Tracy and I am 37 years old. I would like to tell you a story about what happened to me in my younger years that changed the course of my life substantially. You may not believe it, but that’s up to you. When I
This sex story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. “Well, young lady, it’s about time you got home. You’re two hours beyond curfew. Where have you been?” “Uh, just out?” “Parking with your boyfriend again I expect. Well, how far did you let him