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Becoming a Teenage Girl - Intermission by Annette Nicole Smith. ************************************************************************ The timeline for this intermission covers the period from late June 1987 to the end of the Aug/Sept school holidays of the same year. With diaries now available for me to refer to I'll try and use dates so at to hopefully give readers a better understanding of certain events when compared to weeks involved. Obviously to protect the privacy of...
1.I would have made a fantastic girl.Which is not to say I’m a poof. Not for a minute. It’s just, real women, they don’t know what they’ve got.They can learn, of course, a lot of them. But the fact that they have to learn it, means they don’t feel it. Not in their gut, not the way men do.Women learn, for example, that heels make their calves look great. And their asses. And after a while they begin to appreciate it for themselves, in a muted way. But there are the thing they don’t get...
Crystal and I stayed three extra days with the Binfords so we could have some more sexual playtime with our new friends. We each enjoyed the role of 'instructor.' Fortunately, they had no other guests at the inn while we were there, so our 'lessons' were conducted freely in all parts of the inn. When we left, they were different people for the better – more aware of each other, more knowledgeable about pleasuring each other sexually, and more in love. We promised to keep in touch. During...
Strict Social Services: The Lesbian Rape of Missy By Powerone ( [email protected] )and Missy ( [email protected]) Copyright 2004 F+/f, humil, solo, reluc, bond, young Chapter One: The Investigation How could this have happened to her? She was only fifteen; a girlher age shouldn't be treated like this. What made the situation evenworse was that these were women doing this to her! She had always beenleery of men, not talking to strangers, watching her surroundings, always...
Warning: This is more of a story with sex in it than a sex story, but more sex than I can post other places. I was thinking about my father when I wrote this. He's the right age and the right personality, and has had a few flings since my mom died. Before that I think she kept him from straying by making it fun to stay at home, fun in bed that is. I think they were still doing it like rabbits into their 60's. BTW - I had some help on this from Cathy Cook. ...
A bedtime tale from Robin (Timmy or Missy! Which is it?) By Robin Y. Today I was shopping for lingerie when I ran into an old friend. She and I attended Beauty College together but drifted apart when she graduated. I had not seen her in over 5 years....the last time we met was for coffee and she told me about this incident that she observed at the salon she was working at. It seems that one of the salons good clients would always come in at closing time (I think her business...
While at my desk, his special tone rang from my phone. Quickly grabbing it and opening the app, the text read: 7 pm pos1 weekend. That was it. Those few cryptic terms gave me tingling shivers as I felt my pussy react with warmth and moisture. I thought, finally! I had not cum in days and was beginning to go crazy with desire. I should explain.I have always been socially shy and psychologically submissive, at least when it comes to all things sexual. It’s something I despise but seem to be stuck...
BDSMI met Anna online and we developed a friendship even though she was looking for girls. She was extremely open and we shared some experiences including her first time with her best friend Missy. I was in complete awe at her description of their lovemaking but when she sent me their pictures, I was enamored.Anna's had some nudes that showed a suntanned, petite, dark haired beauty with perfect breasts and nipples, the most kissible belly and hips, great legs, incredible pussy and the prettiest...
No one hurts me like you do. Because no one loves me like you do.Cocooned in your arms, you held me while I sobbed. I must have looked a state, tears trailing down my cheeks, cheeks already stained with spit and sweat and cum and piss. Crying on your birthday of all days.“Sorry,” I said like I often do.“I’m not a bit sorry,” you replied; giggling like you always do.You knew, didn’t you, just knew they were tears of joy. Understood that right then I couldn’t find the words. Not like you, Miss,...
WatersportsI met Missy when we were paired up to study my nursing class and we immediately became friends. On Fridays some of the class would meet up for happy hour and she brought along her room mate Anna. They are both beautiful, dark haired girls with perfect athletic bodies that I envied, as I am more on the thin side. We would always have fun as we got to know each but when my boyfriend and his friends would arrive they would leave soon after. I was telling Missy one afternoon that a couple of BF's...
It was out of necessity that Missy asked to stay at my house. Her boyfriend, who enjoyed beating up women, had been served with a restraining order. Missy was scared to go back to her mobile home and needed a place to crash a few days. I really didn't know her that well, she was a friend of friend. Since her boyfriend didn't know me, it was highly unlikely that he'd be looking for her at my place. I had an extra bedroom, with Debbie moved out, and she was willing to pay a little to help with...
Melissa and Brad had been dating since her sophomore year at college. Brad being a year ahead of Melissa moved back to his hometown to manage his father's business. At first he emailed and texted her everyday. Melissa knew in her heart she was going to marry him someday. Suddenly his emails and texts became scarcer and when they spoke on the phone he seemed distant and evasive. Something was wrong. Despite having planned a trip to visit her family during spring break, Melissa decided to make a...
Somehow, all of them made it thru the play without a massive meltdown. There was even a scene at the end where Cris and Missy’s characters made out, and she approached it with gusto, which surprised Cris. What surprised him even more was when she groped his cock with the hand that was hidden from the audience by her flowing dress. His mind whirled in confusion as he tried to figure out what she was up to. When the curtain fell at last, Cris hurried to change and try to find Missy. He spotted...
To say I was unaware of sex as a young man would be a lie. Like most t***age b**s I started masturbating fairly early, initially just dry wanking, that knee trembling feeling of imminent orgasm but no cum, soon to be followed by wet dreams, waking up in a sticky puddle of spunk. I was one of the first in my peer group to pluck up enough courage to complete the ultimate rite of passage – buying a porn mag from the local newsagents.Like many young men, I experimented with homosexuality – the...
Just 1 hour and i'm out of that office, hard day and my fucking boss is an asshole keeping me working like a slave for a shitty salary, one thing keeping me going is the next weekend that i'm gonna spend with my man he's hot 9 inch hard dick just for me and he's amazing dom, now i'm getting wet!!!damn my boss is here. Asshole! - Tina, have you finished the last file ?- Not Sir just half an hour and i'm done.- You're so lazy you have to submit it yesterday.- Sorry Sir. "Fuck you" look :)My boss...
One day as I was buisy doing chores around my home, I noticed my next door neighbor's smoking hot 18 year old daughter named Missy in my driveway. She was a very cute girl standing at 5'4" tall, weighing about 110 pounds with a petite curvy slim body. She was wearing a short blue mini skirt, a white tube top that hugged her small round perky breasts, her long blonde hair pulled up in cute pigtails and had on frilly white socks with heels. Missy was bending over looking under my car and I could...
Todd was in my 8th grade class, but I hardly knew him. I was the brainy,nerdy k**, and he was the typical jock. That was not a combination thatreally had many common boundaries, and I don't think I said more than anoccasional hello to him all year long. However, just a few days beforeschool ended, Todd struck up a conversation with me and I was a bitperplexed. I found out that he lived just around the corner from me, and wedecided to walk home together. Along the way, a great friendship...
It all started back in 1973 in Seattle, Washington. I was 21, living on the south side with a couple of buddies while we were all stationed at area military bases. One Friday night we had a party at our apt. I was standing outside by my car smoking a joint when this guy pulls up in his pick-up. "Hey, how's it hangin?" he asked "Long and loose." I replied trying to be funny. "I'm Bobby." he said as we began making small talk. I found out he lived in Portland but was staying just up the...
Batman: Young Miss The intercom buzzed. Alfred. Bruce Wayne wiped the tears from his eyes, suddenly aware that he'd been crying. He cleared his throat and answered. "Yes?" "I'm sorry to bother you, Master Wayne, but you have an urgent call from Tyler Horatio." "Buzz it through." The phone next to his bed rang. Bruce answered, one arm still across his small breasts. "Yes?" "Bruce. You have to get down here right away. Carstairs has called an emergency meeting of...
School for Submissives"Doctor, you've got to help me. It's my wife.""Art, you know I'm semi-retired. I'm not taking newpatients, except at the free clinic.""But you are the only doctor who can help me.""Why do you say that?""I've heard you run a school for submissives.""That's scandalous. Who told you that?""I swore I wouldn't tell.""So what's wrong with your wife?""I want her more submissive. I've got a virgin, when Iwant a whore. She is frigid, doesn't have anyenthusiasm for sex. And,...
Another Fine Miss (The "All-Grown Up", Complete Version) by Robyn A. (I've written this story for your entertainment, as well as my own. If you are under eighteen, however, this tale may contain concepts and ideas that certain idiots believe can send you to the place where the red-skinned guy with the pointed tail and pitchfork conducts his business. Also, please be aware that this tale contains depictions of real persons--all of whom are dead now--in fictional situations that...
Coughing from the dust as the brunette picked up a box from the Attic, takingit down...for the movers to move into her new apartment. Her emerald eyes sparkledas she glanced around...before she got into Her car...slowly noticing somethingin her small tote bag...a book. It was called Cruel Submissions: Finding outwho you truly are" slowly she started to flip the pages...opening to seea submissive female on the first page...a drawing "In a Land far away...thereis a place that shows who are the...
Dearest Miss,As I think of you, I say to myself, "My God, Jampu, you are such a little bitch." I continue to berate myself as if talking to my reflection in the mirror.'It is no wonder that Miss hesitated when you approached her, asking to be her sub. It is as if she could see what a problem you might become. How could she know that you would be so much trouble for her? Perhaps, she had had others begging her domination. She perhaps understood that having subs comes with difficult...
LesbianAugust 25, 1994, Chicago, Illinois If there was anything that Penny could have said that would knock me for a total loop, it was that Zeke might not be the baby’s father. It boggled my mind and I felt a surge of adrenaline. Fortunately, I was sitting, and other than my knees shaking a bit and my ears ringing from my tinnitus, it passed quickly. I took a deep breath and let it out. “Penelope, I love you, so pardon me for saying this, but what the fuck?” She moved to the couch and flopped...
: : : : : Emergency broadcast detected. : : : : : : : : : : Boosting signal. : : : : : : : : : : Recording. : : : : : And another thing had tumbled into my body. Freakin' debris. It gets everywhere. Can't a corpse get some peace? It already looks so beaten up. Strange. The face still looks like it is just taking a nap. In the freezer that is. Oh. Wait. The transmission. It started. Hi! To everyone out there that might pick up this broadcast. I need help. And please ignore my...
“Spank me.” I can hear my own voice quiver with an insatiable need as I whisper, breathless, my fingers curling into fists. I wince, my nails pressing into the palms of my hands so hard, leaving little red-pink crescents in my flesh. I know this, without looking. It’s not the first time the need in me has been so strong. Insatiable. That’s the word you love to tease me with. Your insatiable little fuck girl. I long to hear those words right now. I’m almost panting with desire, watching your...
SpankingElizabeth embraced our night together like it would surely be our last. She said she believed me when I told her that Tuck had endorsed our sleeping together. She was concerned that he wouldn't remember asking me to fuck the bitchiness out of his wife when he woke up the next morning. It was after two-thirty when I climbed in bed with her, and I dare say it was after three when I went to sleep. Elizabeth let me sleep until eight-thirty before I woke to find her sucking my cock. "I still...
“what the hell are you doing, why are you even telling me this" I could see my dad standing in the living room, in a suit and tie taking it all in. "I just had to" he whimpered and walks out up the stairs. My mom stood there for a second in rage, and walk out the front door without even acknowledging me. I didn’t understand what had happen, when I tried to talk to my dad he told me to "leave it alone". How could I do that, I mean come on. My mom didn’t come home until the next day, and...
I submitted this story under username LordGlut, but this username was rejected, and so I am now resubmitting it. The original submission had bad paragraph formatting, which has been corrected. This story was inspired by the computer game Jedi Knight; if you play this game from the dark side, you get to become God-Emperor of the Galaxy. This is a similar theme, though not set in Star Wars. This story contains brutal rape, and thus will not be to everyone’s taste. There is no physical...
I see one of her favorite shirts and I grab it and shredd it. Grunting out I hate her! She ruins everything, one day she'll ruin me completely. I pause, someones at the door... Damien! I exclaim. I tip toe over to the top of the stairs and listen. She's not here. If she were would you let me see her? No! Why not Mrs. Stark? Because your too old and she's to young. I'm just.... her tudor. Bullshit damien, my daughter is a straight A student, she needs no tudor. He sighs, we've...
The host leads Mystery towards the back of the restaurant and slides into a booth not noticing the man grinning even more in the shadows. “This is perfect”, the man nods his head in approval towards the host who doesn’t even know he is approving her choice for the girl. It was as if the host knew even though logically the man knew the host had no clue what was going on in his head. For several moments the man stayed in his place in the shadows watching this young girl, observing her movements...
Two Sequels in One The two blonde girls lay side by side on two old double bed mattresses, separated by five or six feet of bare stone floor. Both girls were similarly bare, their arms tied out over the sides of the mattress and the rope looped under it, using both the strength of the ropes and their the weight of their own slim figures to hold them in place. Their legs were identically bound, spread wide as though they were straddling a horse. When he led his other pair of captives into...
It was a cloudy cold morning and the thoughts of you were fresh in my mind. The things you do to me with you masterful knowing skill still sends me over the edge. I feel your hands exploring me, your mouth kissing me with the occasional light scratch and kneading of fingers. The way you touch my hair drives me insane, your kiss sends chill pulses over my entire body. And when your mouth is on my nipples I don’t want to stop. You know exactly what to do to me to drive me wild. You drive me...
Introduction: A taboo love love story. Based on a true story. Oooh that bitch! I swear this time punkie has gone too far. If anyone recognizes me… if I run into someone who was there.. my cheeks flare and I become flushed at the thought of it. How could they do this to me? The shame, the embarssment ill have to face it, not her! I see one of her favorite shirts and I grab it and shredd it. Grunting out I hate her! She ruins everything, one day shell ruin me completely. I pause, someones at the...
We eventually made it to my house, which was on a typical, mature, suburban street. I led Deb out of the car to the front step where I told her to sit & wait fo me. With her hands still tied behind her back, sans panties, I helped her down to sit on the 2nd step, about 12′ off the ground, leaving her knees up in front of her considerably higher than her waist. I instructed her to rest her forehead on her knees & not to move while I removed the blindfold. I went in the house & watched from the...
As I was preparing to go take care of the cheque, I told Deb she could use the washroom to put her panties back on & dry her dress if need be. ‘But’, I instructed, ‘I will be sitting at the bar when you return, and I want you sit back down at the table & give the gentleman behind me now, and so across from you, an opportunity to see up your dress, be discreet and act as unaware as you can, I will then return to walk you out.’ ‘Oh gee’, I don’t know….’ she challenged. ‘You know you want to, and...
Introduction: Today I am a slave of a beautiful and perfect mistress Denise Reina. Women of power (over people), beauty, and a sadistic mind capable of making anyone into a well trained dog on a leash. She took me in when I felt no love, and allowed me the honor to serve her for the rest of my life (or until she gets rid of me). My servitude started when I was 17 years old. I came home one day from school, and heard the yelling of my parents. My mom was yelling so laude they didnt hear me come...
Introduction: Conquest might be easy, but true control is never a sure thing (resubmitting after site crashed in October and story was lost) Tables To Be Turned Gina studied her mostly-nude self in the full-length mirror, twisting to better see her image. Nice ass, the eleven-year-old said aloud, admiring her slender form. Daddy adored her youthful beauty, too, especially when they held close in mutual orgasm with him cumming inside and because of her. Ginas mom had gone mad when the girl was...
Das sind die Fälle der Sonderkommission, deren Mitglieder in gefährlichen Ermittlungen immer wieder Mörder und Vergewaltiger überführen müssen, ohne selbst zum Opfer zu werden.
It had been a couple weeks and she had dropped me a message every few days to chat. She remembered that I had mentioned before that I was an experienced dom and asked questions about what was involved. She was kind of reserved and inexperienced and said she didn't think it was for her. Which is fine. I don't force it on anyone unless they want it. But she failed to realize that I had been planting the seeds at our first rendezvous and I knew that plant would grow. She messaged me one morning...
"So, do you need a spot?" she asked. Wisps of red hair, which had fallen from her pony tail, framed her face as she looked down on me."Ummm sure," I lied. The equipment at the bench press station where I was working out was designed to be used solo. With a quick flick of the wrist I could lock the bar into any safety position, if I had gotten into danger, but accidents do happen and you can't be too careful. Besides, I wasn't going to turn down help from the most beautiful girl in the gym. She...
Since Dad left us Mom and I had settled into an "It's us against the world" mode even though we knew it was not true. We had family and friends to support us including Dad's mom, however our attitude brought us closer together.Mom and I had an easy love. We kissed and hugged often for no particular reason other than to show how much we loved each other. I do not remember when our soft, lingering lip-to-lip kisses started but to me it seemed that I had enjoyed them my whole life. Partial nudity...
http://xhamster.com/user/miss_milfhttp://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/2216829/pg_13.htmlIt’s a warm spring day and you have come out to the local paint ball range on a school trip. We are on different teams. I see you across the field. I can feel my self getting hard as I watch you walking. The game starts and you sprint away I follow you as you head for cover. I sneak up behind you as look around to see if anyone is coming. I'm almost right behind you when I step on a twig breaking it.You have...
For those of u who haven't read my previous stories allow me to give u a quick summary...I live in a house with two roommates "one male and one female"I have only recently started with sexual experimentation which led to my situation where my female roommate became my mistress and have watched my girlfriend have sex with another guy once before this story which I never considered cheating since it was a one time experience that included me and my mistress.This is a story about how my girlfriend...
Missguided By Samantha Michelle Copyright 2001 Our family is certifiably strange. See, there are four parents and six children, and all of us children are related. Except for my sister Mathilda, who is the same age as me. Rebecca and Jeff, they're my biological parents, and Penny and Chuck are Matty's biological parents. Anyway, just after we were born both sets of parents got divorced, and not too much later Rebecca married Chuck and Jeff married Penny. So Matty's and my...
Misstrial (c) 2003 by Nom de Plume FORWORD: The missing months of the "Foul Boy" saga are revealed by the parties to a tumultuous divorce proceeding. *** "Ruth, we have your husband dead to rights on adultery and abandonment. If it weren't for what you did to your son, he wouldn't have a leg to stand on." Dexter Boyd looked across his cluttered desk at his client, wondering how she would respond. He had kept her off the stand during her criminal trial, but her divorce proceeding...
Infantile Misadventures My little misadventure started a year ago when I first happened to see an advertisement on the Internet, for a special kind of mistress in Thailand. For many years I had had secret fantasies about being treated like a baby girl or rather a toddler girl. In her add, Kwailin proclaimed that for only $100 a day she would guarantee to fulfil whatever infantile dreams a person may have and claimed to have had many special boyfriends who had loved the regressed...
A Murder Misstery by the author of The Jessica Project When I rolled out of bed that fateful morning, I had no way of knowing that it would be my last day as Matt McCoy. After showering and dressing quickly (how I long for those days!) I bolted out the door for my train, looking forward to another manic day on the floor. Although I was one of the youngest traders at the Chicago exchange, I was becoming feared and respected for my cunning and balls...another detail which was soon...
More Murder Misstery © 2007 by Nom de Plume For those who missed A Murder Misstery, Matt McCoy - now Maddy - is on the run for a crime he did not commit, and a murder which she did.... As the saga continues, Maddy's train is just pulling into Amsterdam. By the author of The Jessica Project. I woke up with a start to polite but persistent tapping on the door of my first class sleeping compartment. "Zehn Minuten bis Amsterdam Centraal," a man was saying. After he repeated...
My eyes open with the gentle humming of my small alarm clock. I quickly shut it off so as not to disturb anyone else in the room. Its 4:30am, well before light creeps into the day and the room is now pitch black. Very quietly I rise up on my hands and knees and crawl off of the small doggy bed on the floor next to the big bed. It‘s embroidered with my name “Heather” in pink because it’s my bed and I’m the pet of my Mistress.I’m silent when I move because I have done this so many times before....
"Shut up you wimp." I was so tired of my brother Taylor. I told him to shut up often because he always plagued me if we could play something. We might be twins, but honest, he could do something that other boys did. Like play football or any sport. He didn't always have to hang around with me. He really annoyed me. That is until Jumissy came into our lives. That game changed everything. My name is Sandra, and we were 11 years old when this happened. It was just when dad left us...
I sat fairly smugly in the meeting room waiting for John, my boss, to arrive with the figures. Thing was, I'd not only done well this month, my first month, but I'd outsold him by pinching one of his prospects following a quick chat with his PA. He'd know this by now, of course, but this monthly presentation to the CEO was going to get my name in lights. I wondered how John would pitch it. A pat on my back surprised me. "Well done, Tony!" John smiled back at me as he walked to the...
N.B. * Sorry for the lapsed time with completing this; I consequently only have myself to blame for lack of responses.......... as I lightly ran the bristles of the brush vertically through her pussy, she began to quiver. I explained this action was not for her pleasure, and proceeded to press the brush more firmly against her. My objective was to redden her lips thereby causing a slight swelling. She was a true blonde in that her pubic hair was not like hair at all, but fine, white, sparse,...
We eventually made it to my house, which was on a typical, mature, suburban street. I led Deb out of the car to the front step where I told her to sit & wait fo me. With her hands still tied behind her back, sans panties, I helped her down to sit on the 2nd step, about 12" off the ground, leaving her knees up in front of her considerably higher than her waist. I instructed her to rest her forehead on her knees & not to move while I removed the blindfold.I went in the house & watched...
As I was preparing to go take care of the cheque, I told Deb she could use the washroom to put her panties back on & dry her dress if need be. "But", I instructed, "I will be sitting at the bar when you return, and I want you sit back down at the table & give the gentleman behind me now, and so across from you, an opportunity to see up your dress; be discreet and act as unaware as you can; I will then return to walk you out.""Oh gee", I don't know...." she challenged."You know you want...
Author’s note: This story was on another site a few years ago. Now it’s back with some revisions. If you like the SubmissiveLand concept, please consider buying the full-length book on Amazon. (Search ?SubmissiveLand?, one word.) A third book is in the works but I need help from the community to make it happen. Hugs and kisses to all who visit and post at this site. XOXOSubmissiveLand – By B-Dreamer Chapter 1 ?Welcome to SubmissiveLand: the only vacation spot in the world...
MY SISTER MY MISSTRESS hi this huma with a new icest story which I hope you will like. My readers complained that they would love something in English alone and not in Hinglicsh. Here it is Surbhi, my older sister had never had a great deal of luck with men. After a failed marriage she was tired and fed up with men. She called me, after her divorce, her voice fraught with frustration. I could hear her voice quiver. She was on the verge of tears. “I can’t take it any longer, Rahul,” she cried....
IncestMissay by Throne "Where are you, darling?" Hanna called from the kitchen. "I need to talk to you." Her husband Marshall looked up from the tile bathroom floor, which he had been assiduously scrubbing. He didn't like that she made him do this job with a small brush better suited for detail work, or that he had to keep his soapy water in a bright yellow plastic bucket like a child might use in a sandbox. What he liked even less was that he had to do his Saturday morning housework...