So, I am walking down the street holding the hand of a beautiful woman who, just five minutes previously, had her hand down the back of my jeans caressing my lace panty-covered arse and finger fucking my asshole. The once hot cum in the front of my panties is now cooling against the front of my crotch as I try my best to walk, still weak at the knees, down the street. I am still unable to believe the brazen way in which E...

Stay the Course - Part eight: Day two: waking up … Please read the previous chapters to get the idea of the story line. I heard myself moan, you know that moment between deep sleep and waking up, trying to hold onto the dream that’s making you feel so good. Was I panting? I smiled, the dream I was having, it felt very real. I was bound to the bed, my ankles tied, my thighs spread, my arms stretched at the other end."Mmmmm...

The saying goes: a butterfly flapping its wings in China can cause a tornado in Kansas. That’s bullshit. Well, it's inaccurate at the least. But, in the affairs of men and women, tiny ripples often do magnify into huge waves. At least that’s been my view. Looking back on my life with Laura I used to see how little moments cascaded into life changing events. About two years ago, after first meeting Laura, I rejected her de...

Wanted: A young female looking for quick, easy money fromolder male. Must not be shy or afraid of unusual sexual fetishes. For more information or to submit an application please call xxx-xxxx. The article hung over my head for days. A mere glance at a wanted column online and this is all that stays with me? Let me begin by stating my argument for this. I am Daisy and I’m 21. I go to the local community college and I need...

Beth was in the process of pulling her long blond hair up into a ponytail when she heard a car horn downstairs. Yanking her scrunchie tight, she grabbed her duffel bag and bounded down the steps two at a time, flying out the front door. "Bye Daddy!" She yelled across the sidewalk to the garage, where her father was working on something at his work bench. He lifted a hand in farewell as she open the door to her boyfriend's...

Heels clacking across concrete slabs.  Back straight, chin raised, eyes downcast, hair falling across lip chewing face. Sunlight glistening off glass, captured in red brick as families meander and cappuccinos wet leisure parched lips. Skirt flicking across bare thighs whilst engorged nipples press determinedly against gauze-like blouse. Fluttering wings run wild throughout bladder filled stomach. Bottle green uniforms, sh...

A few years ago I went to my twenty five year high school reunion. Coincidentally, I’d also begun a fitness regime about a year ahead of the reunion. I didn’t really do it for the reunion, but over that year the reunion date did provide some motivation. After all, the desire to impress a group of people that you shared five years of your life with in the distant past seems a common condition. Since I wasn’t famous or rich...

Pissing in Claire’s mouth was so much fun. It was like living a filthy little dream. The whole night was amazing, including Claire herself. I was going to have to savor the memory, because it was never going to happen again. (Read My Sweet Clairette for the full story.) If there was any solace that I could take from things, it was that even though Claire was out of the picture, there was another woman from the dating line...

I had just come close to having a second woman drink my piss. So close that I could - well, almost taste it. She told me she was more than willing to suck cock and drink everything I gave her. For my part though, I wasn't really attracted to her, but found her willingness to drink my piss irresistible. In fact, I was practically on fire to see her do it along with whatever else might come to mind, but unfortunately my des...

When a second girl drank my piss I was a little less surprised than I was the first time around. There were a couple of reasons for this apart from the obvious of previously having an old girl friend drink my piss in as act of atonement. The second girl who ended up drinking my piss was actually the third one that I spoken to over the course of a few months who was willing to try. So when it happened I already had a sense...

I suppose I was in my late teens or early twenties when I first came across some stories in porn mags of girls drinking piss. The stories were rare and I found the idea really turned me on. Of course it never seemed to me to be something that would at all be likely to happen. After all, at my age then I considered it remarkably good fortune just to find a girl willing to swallow something as comparatively innocent as sper...

I spent several weeks moping about heartbroken before comingout of the fog. Nearly two months wasted as Punz grew further and further away. In the end, however, I found myself recalling how we had met and why. That was the key. If I was to find her again, I would need to draw on skills long in disuse, but not forgotten. I resolved that I would be relentless in my pursuit of my beloved. I had stalked her once and won her o...

I had been seeing Master John for about a year now and thing’s were going well, or so I thought. I arrived at his home like any other weekend in the outfit he wanted me to wear for my punishment. He would always choose the week before and I knew that there was no argument whatever he wanted he got. I hoped that I had got everything just right for him. Anything slightly out of place or wrong I full well knew that I would b...