My Awkward Phase ©Alexandra Rios 2019 The greatest lie is that what happens in high school doesn't matter, because life begins in college. I pretended to agree, although I never believed it, for I was the world's greatest liar. Wannabees I was hanging out with my friends Quinn, Barb and Anne ... read more
Kristy a travaillé pour Le Matriarcat. Cela semblait plus officiel que ça ne l'était vraiment. Comme si c'était un "Nouvel Ordre Mondial". C'était en fait un club dirigé par des femmes spécialisées dans certains services que les hommes paient grassement. Cela pourrait être appelé prostitution selon ... read more
Vuoi essere il mio padrone? Sono pronta a stare NUDA E LEGATA a tua disposizione per subire lunghe e ripetute punizioni sadomaso, compresa la possibilità di essere ritratta, e costretta a esibirmi tutta eccitata fino all'esasperazione... E per avermi così a fondo sedotta venendo crudelm... read more
My Party Favor Fantasy A fictional story built around an old fantasy of mine I ran a notice on one of those sex sites that said” Help me fulfill my fantasy and I bet we take care of some of yours also. Hi there, I am Penny and I am a total bottom trans w... read more
Marcia was painfully nervous. She hadn't been able to eat very much in days. The upside was she was even skinnier which would make Mistress and her husband very happy. She'd always been thin and on the diet Mistress Carol had her on she was already thinner than she dreamed possible. Her anxious stom... read more
I have been asked to write down my perception of the events of the war. After what's just happened, I thought it best to wait and rest before writing things out, but the big wigs want me to get it all down while it's still fresh, so don't expect this to be an extremely military report. I... read more
So we were walking through the forest one day. My father was out fishing and looking for a good spot next to the river while I lingered behind him. That day I wore Dr. Marten's boots, black nylons, a black thong that was more like a string, a short black skirt, no bra (had smaller tits back then), a... 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
It took quite some planning, after our last meet in the lay-by, but at long last we had both been able to get away at the same time. We, well actually Tania, had arranged our meet to be at the Premier Inn at Witcombe, just south of Cheltenham and just of the A46. Tania was arriving just after lunch ... read more
After sucking off the custodian of the offices next door I went back to the club. I was seriously disappointed. I loved how big and hard his dick was and I really wanted a serious cock like his to fuck. I got back into the club with only a knowing grin and a chuckle from the guy at the door. He was... read more
The alarm went off and Christy rolled over and hit the off button. The clock face was starting back at her flashing 8:00. Since it was Friday she had slept in a bit. Jim had gotten up early and left for work after spending the night. They had gotten into a minor argument last night but came to a... read more
When I woke up there was a woman standing in front of me. She looked gorgeous. She stood approximately 5'2'' tall and slender build. She had on a tight fitting thin red dress that clung snugly to her, accentuating all her curves in all the right places. The hem of the dress came to about half thigh ... read more
Le rêve est mort. L'écriture était ma passion, mais cela n'a jamais servi à rien. La réalité a une mauvaise façon de vous rattraper, déchiquetant vos désirs dans son sillage. Ce cycle d'épargne et de vie de ces économies s'est progressivement révélé intenable et maintenant, à vingt-cinq ans, j'ai... read more
Sasha attendait avec impatience ces vacances en famille depuis peu de temps. L'invitation était courte mais faisable et même si elle se sentait un peu pressée à son goût, tout se passait bien. Elle adorait sa caravane. 'Glamping'... camping glamour... convenait à son idée du confort e... read more
Cela a commencé comme une faveur inoffensive; Je n'avais aucune idée que cela changerait toutes nos vies. La colocataire de ma femme à l'université et son mari avaient emménagé dans notre communauté et dominaient bientôt notre vie sociale. Nous étions à peine sortis de l'université de... read more
Les années d'enfance Je suis née le 25 décembre 1993, à 11h45 du soir. Je commençais donc par gâcher le réveillon de mes parents. Non ils étaient heureux disent ils. Ma sœur était née depuis 2 ans. Je ne me rappelle plus mais j'ai du être choquée quand j'ai vu tout ce bleu pour m'habiller, dans... read more
Il y a quelques années, à mi-parcours du premier mandat du président Pelosi, j'ai surmonté mon inclination habituelle à éviter les risques et j'ai accepté une invitation à visiter l'appartement de deux femmes - de parfaites inconnues - qui venaient de découvrir que j'aime porter des culottes. Becky ... read more
"Asseyez-vous Robert", m'a demandé Mme Conley. C'était une femme plutôt grossière et autoritaire qui s'en sortait pour 50 ans, je dirais. J'ai fait ce qu'on m'avait dit et j'ai attendu qu'elle - une responsable principale des réclamations à la bourse du chômage où j'ai "signé" pour réclamer mes allo... read more
Alors que je pousse mon déjeuner scolaire avec une fourchette en plastique, je ne peux m'empêcher de laisser mon esprit vagabonder. J'ai envisagé de faire quelque chose... Quelque chose que je ne devrais probablement pas. Mes amis m'ont parlé de cet endroit, un dans un vieux bâtiment aba... read more
Chapter 1 My name is, or maybe we better make that was, Andy Moore. Until recently my personal identification was in the name of Jamie Jo Moore and everyone I knew called me Sissy. My parents died in an automobile accident when I was twenty-four years old leaving me an estate of around $3,000,... read more
