Becca startled as her desk phone snagged her attention away from the
document she was writing at work.“This is Becca,” she answered in a crisp tone.“Hi, it’s me,” the soft and silky female voice said.“Where’ve you been? I called you at work and you didn’t answer!”“I took the day off. I had some errands to run.”…
The marionette set-up with Ginger was hot.Six spring-retractable lines came down from the ceiling and attached
to her wrists, ankles, a collar and pelvic harness. Ginger moved
around the bed a bit stiffly to pretend she was being controlled by
the strings. I piled some pillows up at the head of the bed and leaned
back, naked, into them. …
I had the late shift and that meant the stopovers who’d offended Principle Hawkins. I’d drawn this period as I was the newest and youngest of the college’s teachers.It all meant that at twenty two I was barely four years older than the girls sitting sullenly in the now deserted library.There was Camilla Cordage, ‘Double C’ to her …
I was a cute young, naive college co-ed, and she was handsome.
I’d never felt attracted to a woman before or since, but she put
off a masculine kind of vibe, and I found myself drawn to her.
She smiled at me from the other side of the classroom, and then
turned her attention back to our boring chemistry professor.…
I read a book when I was a kid, it was about a boy in ancient Rome and how he was made a slave and spent the next twenty years being dragged across Europe. I always remember that story because it so closely mirror’s my own existence. I say existence because I don’t believe what I have endured since my …
“She does love you. Perhaps too much.”Simon’s voice still carried the same self-confidence that Steven
remembered from the only other time he had heard it. His thumb hovered
over the “End” button, an instant away from silencing him. Instead, he
pulled the car to the side of the road, unable to look away from
Elyse’s name staring back at …
I did not know what I could expect, as the Greyhound
pulled into the bus station. I did not know a whole lot
in fact, as I was a rebellious know it all, fifteen year
old brat.My parents were pretty good as far as parents went. I
had not locked a roof over my head, or enough food on…
It started innocuously enough with what seemed like a
harmless exchange of private messages on a friends-
based porn site. A person identifying as a male sent
a note to a young sissy whose profile expressed some
fantasies about being made into a full-time sissy,
perhaps involving some forced feminization and even
surgical “enhancements.” The young sissy, April,
responded openly …
“Keith, darling. Do you think your mother is a slut?” Karen asked.
The boy grinned down at his middle-aged mom , his stiff prick half
crammed up her big ass.
“Dunno, Mom. Do most Sons get to fuck their Mothers up the butt?”
“Noooooo…. No, Keith. And I guess most other Mommies don’t suck
off their Son’s big boners, either. …
Hi, well even though I started off leaving school with fucking
good exam results and had my life all planned out as a good wholesome
member of the community, I always knew I was a slut in the back of my
mind. I was brought up to be very girlie and was always encouraged to
dress up and flirt with …