Carla turned the cold water up a little as she finished rinsing off in th e shower. Her body tingled with excitement as her mind wandered over the sexual possibilities that this night would bring. It had been so long since she had submitted to a Dominant and gave herself so freely. (See “Scorcher,” 2001)
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
It had been a long time. She didn’t know whether she had stayed away for him, or because of him. But there was the dance floor, and several cowboys sauntering up already. She doesn’t want to dance yet, so she turns and starts walking. It is a warm night, middle of summer… dry Texas heat
By the time I entered my junior year at college, I had figured it out. It was great, marvelous, terrific. Every single year without fail the school brought in a whole bunch of new girls, young and succulent, eager and scared, about a thousand of them. Seventeen, eighteen-year-olds and most so pretty it was painful
I have always been rather shy around girls. Don’t get me wrong. I am one hundred percent straight, even though some of the things I have been forced to do recently might seem to deny that. I was a good student in high school and an even better one in college. I liked sports, but
Linda sat across from John, her snug dress high on her well-toned legs, giving away a view of her panty clad pussy for everyone near. Her breasts were straining at the thin material of her garment, her hard nipples being easily seen. She was well on her way to being drunk, and getting loose. She
Freshly showered, make up re-applied, carefully douched, both vaginally and anally, wearing only my heels and slave collar and leash, my Master/husband led me naked back into the living room of the hotel suite. I then learned what was in store for me. Since New England was leading at half time, Charles and Billy the
Just sittin’ in my rockin’ chair thinkin’ back ’bout those young bucks I used to oversee on the plantation. This was before the war, of course. Then the Goddam Yankees came and screwed everything up really good My Daddy owned a large cotton plantation. I was born in the big house, a mid-wife helped pop
Every time I passed her in the store she towered over my 5′ 7.” I was beginning to wonder if I was going to be able to pull this off. Was she as strong as she was tall? Her name was Jill and I was going to kidnap her and have some fun if she