Veronica-or, Vicky, as she preferred to be called-watched as Christopher and his latest conquest rode off together towards the woods. Vicky felt the tears rushing to her eyes, and there was nothing she could do to stop them. She ran back into the stable and cried her eyes out. It was just no use. No
“Pookie, go fetch me a bag of apples.” “Apples? What kind of apples?” “You know the kind. The good kind! Empire apples. None of those tasteless Cortland’s or sour Granny Smiths. Good Empire apples from New York.” “Baby, I don’t even like apples.” “Too bad, you’re going to starting eating them. You’re not a kid
Alex looked himself over in the mirror carefully, picking a bit of fluff or lint here and there from his tight, pink, angora sweater dress. The black patent belt around his waist was too wide and tight and the black patent spikes on his feet were too tall for him to ever think of walking
“Well, you picked her. If you release her, I will take her place. If I give my word, I would have to follow through.” “A noble Christian gesture, Annabelle. I would expect that from you. You get more desirable every minute. I’ll pass that along to Catherine when I’m finished fucking her…well, actually, she’s fucking
“Follow me, please,” Chrissy said to Melanie while leading her to a room in the rear of the house, “have you been a good girl this week?!?” “Yes, Mistress,” Melanie replied softly, “I tried to do my best!” “Let’s hope so,” Chrissy replied, “Sir Gregory will be very disappointed if you have displeased him!!!” The
Angie & I had discussed this for a while, and decided to go for it on the weekend. This would take a lot of preparation and required us both to be absolutely cleaned out. Finally Friday came and Angie came over in the late afternoon to stay the night. Our plans called for going without
I have always been a cross dresser and enjoyed it. Maybe it was too much at times. I some how let the guys go too far with me. That is a different story. When I got married I put all my special clothes in the basement and lived a normal life. One day I was
Today something happened that I have always wanted for twenty years. A good friend from the Internet had provided me with a true gift of friendship. She had spent some time looking for the exact thing I wanted, then bought it, tried it, used it herself, and finally mailed it over the ocean to me.
Anne learned about her mother’s desire to be submissive by reading her dairy underneath her mattress. Her own mother wanted to be another’s bitch slave. All these years, she had never known. She was even mentioned in several parts of her dominating her as well as neighbor woman who lived nearby. Both were now divorce
I awoke midmorning on that summer day. I was instantly shaken from my morning daze when I remembered what I was intending to do. The opportunity had finally presented itself. My hard, dripping cock formed a tent in my pajama pants as I hurried out of bed. I had come home from college over the
Melanie was a really attractive woman. In her early thirties, about five and a half feet tall. She was not slim, but very shapely with a very full ass, beautifully rounded, soft, shown off wonderfully in the tight skirts she loved to wear. Melanie had been part of our group for some time now, and
I began to suspect that my wife, Isabel, was up to no good about six months ago. We have been married for seven years and although there is nothing routine and boring about our marriage � we would both describe our marriage as happy � she got into the habit, after about three years, of
On Saturday night of week three we gather at my apartment. Brad and Anne, having already been through it, can be trusted to be fair. Brad puts six poker chips in a basket and shakes them up. Anne draws. It’s Mona. “Oh, I can’t do it today.” she says. “I’m not feeling well. I’ll do
Cube farmers get to overhear all sorts of conversations, given the lack of privacy that comes with working in a huge open office. A whisper, a giggle, a private phone call overheard can open doors or something a lot more enjoyable. I was in my mid-20s, happily dating women my age, and working at a
It was a Tuesday afternoon, the grade 11 class of girls all jumped into the pool; Ms. Robins watched as the girls stretched and occasionally splashed each other. “Ms. Fields, please watch the girls, make sure each girl does 20 laps, they can play some water polo after that. I’m going to the office to