Chapter 7 I am guessing it was just over an hour until I heard the door open. It was her again, Miss Sindy Satin my auntie. This time she was wearing just an under bust white satin corset, long boots in satin exactly like mine but in white and her long, white bridal satin gloves and a the ribbon ... read more
There were a lot of good reasons to be out this early, but none as wonderful as seeing this first Giant Swallowtail awakening, and John smiled as it moved. Magnificent, he whispered, in awe of this giant as it slowly unfurled it's Forewings against the sun's morning warmth. It was, as they always we... read more
I had very few memories of my early childhood. The ones I did have were anything but pleasant. I did remember my mother and her blind hatred of my father and myself. She was very tall blonde woman with cold blue eyes named Monica. My mother always dressed in the most expensive leathers and satins in... read more
"Why are you staring at my knickers?" I jerked upright. God, I really had been staring at her knickers - not the ones she was wearing, sadly, but a pair on the floor, presumably yesterday's pair. They were perfectly normal white knickers with little pink flowers on them and a tiny satin... read more
En France, « Le rire du Sergent » est une célèbre chanson du talentueux Michel Sardou, Pour moi c'est plus qu'une chanson, avec quelques variantes c'est mon histoire. En effet autrefois les jeunes français effectuaient ce que l'on appelait le service militaire pendant une an dans une caserne, La... read more
Last August my friends and I went on a “lads holiday” to the beautiful country of Thailand. We had booked a fortnight, which was to consist of five nights in a city hotel in Bangkok, and the remainder in a stunning 5* resort in Phuket. It was my first time in the country, my friends hav... read more
Chapter 8 The first thing that struck me was pink! More pink satin than I thought existed in the entire world. The walls were covered in baby pink satin curtains, the plush carpet was also baby pink. Like all the other rooms in this house of the bizarre the ceiling as a full mirror. There was a h... read more
My name was Jim Rogers Jr. at one time. I was born and raised in a small town in a rural county in Oklahoma. My father James had been the pastor of the local Pentecostal Assembly of Jesus. Dad was what was known an ultra conservative hell fire and brimstone preacher. My mother's name was Allison. Sh... read more
James was nervous. Alice would be arriving soon and he had a feeling that their relationship could be moving onto the next stage that night. He and Alice had been friends for years, and he had fancied her for most of them. He could still barely believe that they had been seeing each other for the la... read more
Life pretty much sucked. I was the son of Ralph and Cindy Cassella. They named me Ralph Junior and my dad was thrilled to have a son he could raise to live out his past glory. My dad wasn't a bad guy and never abused me but I knew he was disappointed. He worked as a contractor in the present but he ... read more
Chapter 4 My parents had a letter shortly after from the headmaster Mr. James Allen. I was to head out to CA before the start of winter term to get settled into the dorms and go through orientation. The letter said I should be there no later than December 1st and that they would arrange for me to... read more
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate being around people. Actually, I hate being alone: it brings out the weird self-critic inside me. But god, do I hate crowds. Fall registration brought mobs to the campus. The half-empty dormitory that I had shared with a few Asian engineering students was... read more
We went up stairs to the kitchen and she had me start to help her ice down beer and get bottles of booze out and open. There was a large bar but I noticed not much in the way of food. I helped tidy and set up cups and get ice and then with a sudden shock to my heart the doorbell rang. As it did I ca... read more
'Hey girl, watcha doin?' To this day, I don't know why I answered like I did. 'It's Jess!' 'Pleased to meet you, Jess! I love that show too! You actually look like Jess from that show 'New Girl'!' 'You're kidding me, right dude? I don't look at all like Jess, and that is not even my ... read more
I was nearing my thirtieth birthday and times were getting tough financially. I had gotten laid off from my job and was collecting unemployment and doing some part-time work helping out friends with odd jobs. One of them suggested that I look into cleaning houses. I've always been very neat and peop... read more
In The Erotic Eye and the Erotic Senses, Stefan Beyst observes that various gestures and poses have been designed to display parts of the body that would remain otherwise unseen. Erotic art is a striptease, he points out, in which, sometimes, nudity is revealed to oneself, as in a mirror. Whereas, a... read more
I was left lying on the floor, my face completely covered in cum. I was wearing lingerie and a dog collar and I had just been fucked long and hard by my "boss." My virginity had been forcefully taken. The thing is that I loved it. I loved being manhandled by this muscular man and I really ... read more
Steve asked me if I'd like to come to our school reunion. We were both twenty and being schoolmates seemed a long time ago. I agreed before he told me it was fancy dress. 'Your girlfriend, Sally's ok about this?' I ask dubiously. I knew Sally well, not that we got on particularly and she was ph... read more
The weekend A story inspired by the very sweet and sexy samantha satine and my beautiful wife Part 1 - The preparation samantha packed her suitcase with her usual attention to detail, makeup, lingerie, wigs, but no dresses. Her head was confused by this, Master D had given her instructions... read more
[This frivolous story is something I put together as an entry for a comedy competition earlier this year, not to be taken at all seriously, a bit more sci-fi than erotica, more of a mind-fuck than anything else so it’s not jerk-off material but hopefully some of you might still enjoy it] Thankful... read more
