Certains appelleraient cela une crise de la quarantaine ... même si je n'ai que trente-cinq ans et j'espère que je n'ai pas encore atteint le milieu de ma vie. Certains me traiteraient de pédé ... même si j'adore manger la chatte et baiser ma femme. Certains appelleraient cela ... read more
Morgan Ashley était une très jolie dame, pas une star de cinéma glamour, mais bien plus jolie que tout ce que son mari mauviette Robin attirerait normalement. À peine sortie de la douche, elle portait un peignoir en velours côtelé rouge et ses longs cheveux roux étaient enveloppés dans une serviette... read more
« Tyler ! Arrêtez-vous – vous regardez à nouveau, et il l'a remarqué ! » La voix de Jack chuchota d'une voix rauque à l'oreille de Tyler alors que l'eau chaude de la douche tambourinait dans son dos. Il ne restait plus que les trois sous la douche maintenant. L'entraînement de basket-ball était t... read more
Mon nom est Tim. Je suis un homme blanc de 23 ans. Il y a environ 6 mois, j'ai déménagé à Los Angeles pour essayer de devenir acteur, mais comme vous vous en doutez, je n'ai pas eu beaucoup de chance dans ce département. C'était début novembre, quand je suis allé dans le bureau de mon... read more
C'était le vendredi typique quand nous nous sommes réveillés. Il est temps de préparer les enfants pour l'école, puis de s'entraîner où les parents de Lizzy viendraient les chercher et les garderaient pour une nuit au bord du lac. Puis se concentrer sur le travail pour nous deux. Nous av... read more
Every one who saw me at work used to think I was Mr. Clean, Mr. Respectable. I work in advertising and I used to model my appearance on the sort of guys you find between the pages of GQ. Very American, very preppy. I was a nice middle-class boy with a nice expensive haircut and a nice expensive suit... read more
I was a romantic despite the cynicism I projected in my job. This tough black skinhead yob had abused me - he had shaved me, humiliated me and yet for the next week what I remembered most was the kiss. Sure, the abuse had touched something in me but until I had met him it was unacknowledged - someth... read more
Up to Miss Kate's door i walked, then knocked on the door happily. i hadn't been to Mistress's home for a couple weeks, and was thrilled to finally be back to see Her. She opened the door and smiled at me, i smiled back and lowered my eyes. "Come in sissy", She ordered. i quickly scampe... read more
This story begins as many do. I stared to dress at an early age in my mom's things. Then I started to buy my own things as I got older; panties, bras and high heels. I was always small for my age taking after my mom, she was a small woman with a nice figure and so was I. I was only 5'4 and 110lb, bl... read more
Chapter 1 - The Setup "I'm going to catch him!" Samantha thought to herself as she looked at her disheveled panty drawer. She now had proof that her roommate, Nick, had been wearing her clothes, but had to catch him in the act. She did a search online for ideas on how to catch him. She ... read more
Chapter 1 - The Morning After The next day, Nick awoke thinking it was just a really messed up dream. When he got out of bed and found that Samantha had unlocked and removed the dress, panties and shoes, but everything else was still on, he was pulled right back to reality. He looked in the mirro... read more
I jump around a lot when I tell my story. I don't always tell it in the order that it happened. But I do tell my story accurately. It's all me. I write from experience, love to share the dirty little kinky things I do. There is no moral to the story, no ending. I just like to write about the things ... read more
My mom was staying in as were Jen's parents so we parked on a dark road and made out while I fingered her. Her panties were absolutely drenched when I was finished, and she rubbed her hand inside them and used her pussy juice to jerk me off, I spurted all over my pants and she laughed. "I ho... read more
Janine had been slowly beginning to work Mark over by using 'creative discipline' and during the last day she had developed her hold even further. Mark woke up with DVDs and photo's laying around him showing himself in quite a few unsettling positions. He was sore all over and had a headache that... read more
She awoke to the sickly smell of a woman’s perfume; the silky stockings were still there, but Emma was now naked apart from a chiffon negligee, her hands bound behind her back. The voice of the woman broke the silence. “Hello again ‘Emma’; that’s a very pretty name y... read more
Emma awoke in the softness of her silk sheets and wondered what the day would bring; her sissy cock bulged and dribbled sticky pre-cum through the outlet of her cage as she thought of sucking Kurt’s cock; her tight little anus clenched and released at the plug, which acted like a comforter. El... read more
I awoke in almost total darkness, only a soft glow came into the hall from the kitchen. At first wondering where I was, my bed at home wasn't as soft as where someone, probably my new daddy had carried me after falling asleep on the floor. I shivered in delight remembering how my daddy had shared me... read more
It was still early and I wanted to enjoy the feeling of being dressed in my shear hose and garter belt, tiny g-string panties and matching bra and the form fitting shiny black mini dress that barely covered my stocking tops for as long as possible. So I spent some time doing some domestic chores and... read more
I woke up to hear daddy lightly snoring and in my sleep I had draped a leg over him so that my body was almost covering him. I giggled to myself realizing that even in my sleep the sissy slut in me reached to grasp his flaccid penis. Then I curled closer up against daddy and contemplated about how m... read more
Chapter 1 -- One Dreamy Night Like most Friday nights, my roommate Erika would be gone tonight. She and her new boyfriend, Leroy, were taking off for a private weekend. Erika and I had met about two years prior, when we were introduced by a mutual friend. Being fresh off a divorce, I was in need ... read more
