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Amber's eyes widened as she saw the small book. It was perfect! She raced to her father at the counter and placed it on the conveyor at the cash register, right next to the beer and chips he was buying. "This one Daddy, I want this one!" She squealed, excitement in her eyes. "Alright honey, how much is it... three dollars? Fine". Her father eyed the book. Hot pink and covered in little flowers, everything about it screamed that despite her age, she still had the taste of a prepubescent girl. He...
Mind ControlMarci's Journal By Sarah Goodwoman Day 1 My name is Doug, and I lost a bet to my wife, Helen, which means I am to be her house slave for the next 30 days. At the stroke of midnight, she woke me up to inform me it had started. I am now a sissy house slave named Marci, and she is Mistress. She said the next time I am allowed to call her Helen, and she calls me Doug, I will not be her sissy slave anymore. To make this journal easier to write, I will not be including the...
Elise's Journal © 2003 by Nom de Plume Wednesday November 25 My parent teacher conference must have gone well. Mom was over the moon about my grades. It's easy to be a good student when you don't have a life. Mom said Sister Delano suggested that I begin writing a daily journal of my personal experiences, so here goes. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and I have much to be thankful for: I have to put on a dress every day and go to a Catholic school. I am counting the days until my...
I have always fancied having a kept journal for the things that happen to me but I never committed to writing one. This time I will do something different, I will write a journal about my days as a pussy slave. In my definition a pussy slave is the one that can't get enough from her mistress, either enough pussy or punishment that doesn't matter, and I think I have met this definition and I will let you be the judge of this through the story. Part I I told my mistress about my idea for a...
This morning my best friend, Cindy and I were talking. She asked me if I kept a journal, I told her I didn't. She told me her mother had kept one as a girl, and had started her on one when she was young. I asked her what she wrote in it.Cindy told me she wrote all of her special activities and stuff like that. She told me I should start one too. So when I got home from school, I got out this big notebook and decided, since I had recently discovered the joys of sex, that I wanted to start a...
Fast forward several years to when I found moms journal in a box in attic, as soon as I started reading it I remembered the "managers conference" she was taken too a few weeks after being asked by the black manager who was organising it. I glanced thru journal seeing there were several times mom was gang fucked that I didn't know about, finally came to entry a few days after mom and Patty had fucked several older black men, the one that asked if he could call mom did the Thursday after, told...
He asked me to write something real. To write what I know. He said there is talent in my writing. I have to laugh, thinking maybe even he can’t see through the bullshit I write…but then again maybe he can. So this I write, what I know…what is me…as painful as it is going to be… I look at the journal before me, the latest of many I have hidden in a chest. Only this one unlike all the others is empty of words, with the exception of pretty phrases cut out of magazines and pictures of places I...
Sorry for delay in adding more but has been a hitch of a summer. Wife and I read more of MOMS journal over weekend, well I read it out loud as she sucked my dick. Picked up early spring when I was 15 , started when mom, dad, John and I were in church, we always say in back row, where most of us white folk sat, as minister was giving sermon said the deacon that she had sucked off at motel several times slid a note to her, when she looked back at minister he was looking at her with a smirk on his...
Many weeks went by and my mind was never far away from that journal I saw Lucy writing in. The titles stirred my imagination and I was about to get my first look within days. Lucy was going away on a training session for work with a few of her colleagues and I knew I could take a peek while Linda was at work. I stayed over at Linda's the first night knowing that I would have the place to myself once she had left for work the next morning. I was at the kitchen table when Linda came over and gave...
as told to BrettJ © 2006 * November 15 Wow! I’m eighteen today, and so far, it’s been a really great day. Mom and Dad let me skip school, my friends are coming over later for a party and my sis sent me this great, leather-bound journal to write in. I hope I’ll have a lot to put down in here, I think it’s going to be a great year! November 16 The party last night was a blast! Mom and Dad even let me have champagne, and it’s true, the bubbles do tickle your nose! I guess I should start by...
A Dancers World Tour JournalI just got the news that I will be auditioning for a spot on Shakira’s next tour, this has me so excited and uplifted. If I get this gig, I will know for sure that the dream I have been chasing is that much closer to coming true. I must focus all my efforts from here on out to making sure I am at my peak best when I audition in three days: hydrate, meditate, no sex, don’t masturbate, liberate, annihilate. If all goes well, I’ll be rocking and dancing all over the...
The Sissy JournalVol. 001by Lady Jayne HillsDetroit Sissy Society CEO and True Boss BitchDay : 03/13/2019Time : 1:30 PMHow : Gr****rWhere : His Place - HouseName : ? 001 ?He hit me up on gr****r. We chatted and swapped pics. Sent girly pics first, then boy pics. He wanted to meet up right away.I went over to his house in boy clothes. He lives only a few blocks away. I walk in...As tall as me. Olive / white skin. Chubby Hairy Daddy Bear. Glasses. Cute.We sit in the front room and I light a...
Journal CHAPTER I - THE DEVELOPING TEEN Hi. I'm Chrissy Parsomes. Many boys like myself got theirstart wearing girl's clothes by stumbling into cross dressing byaccident. Many tried on their sister's clothes when the familywas away from the house, or dressed as a girl for a Halloweenmasquerade party. My introduction to dressing came in a moreinsidious fashion. To make a long story short, my step-motherdecided that she preferred to have a daughter instead of a son,and in one year, she and...
kylie's Journal 16 Mar 2005 Since Mistress Kyren caught me dressed in girl's clothes last Wednesday she has kept this sissy in a bra and panties at all times only letting this sissy go out dressed as a girl. Yes, Mistress Kyren let this sissy go out, mostly to go to classes. Formerly this sissy was Kyle, a 19- year-old sophomore in college. Mistress Kyren said that this sissy could leave the apartment but only to attend classes and only completely dressed as a girl. Included in...
Lexi's Journal Chapter 1 - Leaving on vacation "Honey, do you think I look fat in this outfit?" I said when I turned around from the mirror. "No honey, You look great. Come on, stop fussing around, we are going to be late." My husband was getting a little impatient with me. "I am so excited. We haven't gone on a trip all by ourselves for a long time. I am bringing our honeymoon pictures with us." "Whatever you want, honey." My husband continued to put stuff in...
While searching through my Grandparents attic my sister and I came across my Grandfather's old journal. What we found in it shocked us... and turned us on. I parked the car just as the movie was about to play. These drive in theaters were amazing. Little sis wanted to see a movie, so I brought her to see a replay of Casablanca. We settled in and tuned the radio to the right station. The lights went down and the movie rolled onto the screen. All throughout the movie we noticed different kids...
IncestAbbie Cummmms – a real time BDSM Journal (The Beginning) 4/14/2008JayMac I just wanted to let you know that i loved your story! I just recently really got into any BDSM stuff! But i felt like i was really in the story itself not just because of the way you wrote it, but it was close to home! I live not very far from Santa Barbara, and i am moving to the Inland Empire in about a week... your story really turned me on, and especially on a personal level... i just thought i would share a few...
Day 1 ... The chopper pulled off after dropping me on the side of a hill. I was standing in a clearing at the base of an Appalachian Mountain trying to get my bearings. I don’t really know where I was and had no way to communicate. I was allowed to look at a map of the area for five minutes and make notes before we left. I only hoped I got at least a few of the features right. As I exited the chopper they gave me a reflective banner to stretch out, if I needed help. They advised me that...
My best friend Andy Martin's big brother Kyle keeps a journal. He asked Andy and I to provide some personal stories from the trip we just took to Algonquin Park in Canada. I hope I write this good enough. Writing isn't what I'm good at. I guess I should introduce myself first. I'm Eric Connell. I'm fourteen years old and starting ninth grade in a couple weeks. I live a couple blocks from Andy Martin in Paradise, Pennsylvania. We have been best friends as long as we can remember. Until the...
"You can read it if you want to, Daniel. This last part, I mean." "Sure?" I knew Emily spent a lot of time on this. She called it her journal, but it was more a collection of fiction writing and her thoughts, some run-on, some bits and pieces, from whatever was floating through her mind. I'd learned over the years—well, from the get-go really—Emily had a very active imagination. Honestly speaking, a salacious one. It was one of the many things I loved about her. She kept this thing...
.a{fill:none;stroke:gray;stroke-linecap:round;stroke-linejoin:round;stroke-width:3px;} Bottom Anne And Mary - Book IIChapter 34: The Wall Street JournalCopyright© 2007 by Robin Pentecost Startup Succeeds in Five Specialty Retail Markets, Finds Time to Horse Around BY SANDRA FELLING Staff Reporter NEW YORK— The new wave in fashion isn't really there. Virtual clothing in many forms has made it difficult to tell whether Americans are dressed to the nines, or just kidding. Virtual...
The Pain and Pleasure Journals By Estaban Bacca (All rights reserved. Copyright 2004 by EstabanBacca) Prologue My name is of no importance to these journals. My history is that of almostany young woman of my generation. There is nothing startling or unusual init indicating a predilection for the dark side. My place of birth, my childhood,my time at the university, these are all totally immaterial. This is not amemoir or a biography. If you continue to read, you will have to accept the...
Did you read Slut World and wish to do something similar but with a different Rule System? Or maybe you read some IMPREGNATAR but wanted something with a different concept? Did you take a look at the CHYOA forums and find the Role-Playing Games posts and feel like trying some Erotic Roleplaying of your own but don’t feel like doing a Play by Post? Do you do want to do some SOLO Roleplaying but with PORN? Then this is the place to share your story(s)! 1) Select the System: If you do NOT see the...
FantasyInvestigative Journalism by patricia51 Dawn Garth took a deep breath and pushed open the door. She took the five or six steps down that led through a curtained archway and into the spacious room. Nervously, the blond woman scanned the entire area. Her eyes swept over the bar, where a few stools were occupied, to the couples on the dance floor. She took in the row of tables on the far side as well as the booths scattered against the back wall. In spite of her nervousness, her foot twitched...
Investigative Journalism by patricia51 Dawn Garth took a deep breath and pushed open the door. She took the five or six steps down that led through a curtained archway and into the spacious room. Nervously, the blond woman scanned the entire area. Her eyes swept over the bar, where a few stools were occupied, to the couples on the dance floor. She took in the row of tables on the far side as well as the booths scattered against the back wall. In spite of her nervousness, her foot twitched...
LesbianSunday was another typical morning in the house, Robert was working on spreadsheets and emails and I had a massive headache from drinking too much the night before. The painkillers hadn’t kicked in yet so I decided to lie on the couch and watched an old movie. When Michael came down the steps admittedly I was surprised how grown up he was beginning to appear. He was always a nurturer so it didn't surprise me when he brought me water and curled up behind me on the couch. He always had an...
On the way home from our threesome hookup last night with Chuck, our seventeen-year-old boy toy, my wife reflected on her changing desires.“I find it ironic how my appetites have changed since I was a seventeen-year-old,” my wife remarked, “Back then I was only interested in sex with older men. Now I crave teenagers like Chuck all the time.”“So do I,” I replied.My wife just turned forty, and she enjoys my bisexuality as much as I do. We manage to get together with young studs a couple of times...
IncestIt was around eight pm, and my double shift was about to end. We had been working overtime since the gangs had gone to war. Seven murders just that week alone. This city of angels was under siege. My rookie partner of two weeks had asked me to join her for drinks at Chubby’s tonight. Reluctantly I agreed, but it went against my rules to date a fellow cop. In all honesty, even though I earnestly tried, it was hard for me to refuse such a pretty face. As partners, Alexia and I were extreme...
My name was once Tanya. I gave up that name three years ago when I gave myself to Master. He brought out of me the truth of who I am, and in doing so took possession of my self in every way that matters. We met online in a chat room for singles. He told me later that he sensed in me right away a hint of who I could become. He is older than I, and had a wife once, but he said that with her he couldn’t have the kind of relationship he hungered for – the kind of relationship he has with me. They...
My name is Kelly and I’m eighteen. I’m wild and love to have fun. When my friends and I go out, we’d always drink and act crazy. I’ve had a lot of boyfriends and even girlfriends. I’m an attractive girl. I’m about five feet six inches tall. I’m about a hundred and ten pounds. I have green eyes. I have a 34 C cup. Guys have always been interested in my breasts. I’ve been sexually active since I was sixteen. I’m responsible and take birth control. I always would have my boyfriend’s wear...
Well, my name is Jason Blossom. I live in Riverdale and go to Riverdale High. I also have a twin sister Cheryl Blossom. We are both redheads. There are a few other teens here, like Archie and is pal Jugghead. Also there is a Burnette named, Veronica, who is rich and a pretty Blonde named, Betty. Archie is dating them both Veronica and Betty as well as Cheryl. Enough about Riverdale. Time to tell about my weekend. As I slept in my bed, there came a knock from my door. "Who Is it?" I asked. It's...
TeenDear Diary,I had sex with Ron Hauermeier last night! I saw him at Steve's party and he kinda cornered me and started talking to me. I asked him where Becky his girlfriend was, and he told me that she didn't come to the party. He started telling me that he and she have sex all the time, and that he makes her have like multiple orgasms and stuff. It kinda made me curious, so when he asked me to take a drive with him I agreed to. I'm sixteen now, and I'm tired of being a good girl.He drove to some...
Incestsorri i take so long to get back. i got involve,remember i was telling my hubby that i have been going to work seminars. well, i find some college guys mail me on aff. i was not sure to go with that. but they live close. they make offer to me. about visit them at thier apartments, where alot of men stay. they ask if i am willing to visit them even they are young then me. they live in separate apartment. jus three of them. and promise to keep it private. i dont belive it, but they offer me...
My name was once Tanya. I gave up that name three years ago when I gave myself to Master. He brought out of me the truth of who I am, and in doing so took possession of my self in every way that matters. We met online in a chat room for singles. He told me later that he sensed in me right away a hint of who I could become. He is older than I, and had a wife once, but he said that with her he couldn't have the kind of relationship he hungered for - the kind of relationship he has with me. They...
SpankingOf course the first thing to do was to read up as much about Pleasure Island Mature Private Party Palace and Playgrounds, as Alicia could. It certainly seemed a pleasant place, full of woods, streams and valleys, but the most interesting aspect of the island was its liberal attitude towards sex and nudity. Katy escorted Alicia to the airport and soon she was on her way. She shared the flight with several other people: most of them very much older than her. In front of her, an elderly man was...
I slipped down into the bracing embrace of the water, and let the cool, clear water seep into every pore. The piercing grasp of the cold took hold of my heart almost immediately, setting it leaping with earnest, cleansing adrenaline. All the dust and sweat and dried-on fluids of the last few days began to just drift away. While the silver-spun moonlight and gentle, babbling silence of this midnight pool soothed what parts of my soul still smouldered. It had been a strenuous few days, my...
FantasyMarch 24, 1997, London and Woking, England On Monday morning, I ran the same circuit I had when I’d been in London the previous time, then did my kata in the park with Pippa and Lawrence looking on. I talked with them for a few minutes, then headed back to the hotel for a shower. After my shower, I dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. I ate and read the International Herald Tribune. When I finished, I went upstairs to get my bag and headed for the Tube for the ride to Woking. I read...
The Interview: From 'Investigative Journalism' by Patricia51 (I hope the shifts in POV in this story won't be confusing. After the introduction, each of Denise's adventures are told in third person, as though they have been transcribed after the interview to that point of view.) The young red-haired woman looked dubiously at the tape-recorder resting on the coffee table in front of her. "Why do you have to record all of our conversation? I know you want to use the incidents you asked me to...
LesbianThe Interview: From ‘Investigative Journalism’ by Patricia51 (I hope the shifts in POV in this story won’t be confusing. After the introduction, each of Denise’s adventures are told in third person, as though they have been transcribed after the interview to that point of view.) The young red-haired woman looked dubiously at the tape-recorder resting on the coffee table in front of her. ‘Why do you have to record all of our conversation? I know you want to use the incidents you asked me to...
Dawn Garth took a deep breath and pushed open the door. She took the five or six steps down that led through a curtained archway and into the spacious room. Nervously, the blond woman scanned the entire area. Her eyes swept over the bar, where a few stools were occupied, to the couples on the dance floor. She took in the row of tables on the far side as well as the booths scattered against the back wall. In spite of her nervousness, her foot twitched to the music pouring from the bandstand in...
***** Julie walked through the automatic doors and paused for a second surveying the vast marbled lobby of the Chimera, a new swanky 5 star hotel that had only been built in the last few years. She knew that at 37 she looked 10 years younger and smoothing down the clinging low cut dark maroon jersey dress, that did nothing to hide the curves of her fit and supple body, Julie walked slowly towards the bar area. As she moved in the balanced and poised way of someone who is either a dancer or a...
***** Julie stood leaning on the railings looking down onto the busy shopping square, her long brown hair was loose around her face and her blue eyes were concealed by large dark glasses. She felt the dampness in her silk camisole top beneath her linen trouser suit and noticed the jacket had become undone and fallen open. Glancing down she chuckled to herself thinking perhaps she should have worn a bra, as her hard nipples were clearly visible through the damp material. Quickly she closed...
***** The club was dark and dingy; smoke curled and hung in the pools of light thrown up by the shaded bulbs. Julie walked slowly and confidently to the bar feeling the eyes of the men undressing her as she moved. Julie knew that at 35 she still had a good body on her that would turn men's heads and get a look of jealous disapproval from a few women as well. Julie's body did not just come from luck, two hours of gruelling work in a gym three times a week plus more than the odd martial arts...
***** Julie stopped for a moment to catch her breath and watching the people laughing and enjoying themselves as they chatted and drank. There must have been over a hundred people milling about, some enjoying the rare English sun, others trying to seek shade under the trees dotted about her large garden. Julie loved her annual get together as it gave her a chance to catch up with a lot of people she didn't see during the year. At the moment it was very pleasant and family orientated with...
***** "It will be fun" said Julie down the telephone, "And we will get an opportunity to spend some time together and have a bit of fun, and we haven't celebrated my 34th birthday last Saturday yet." Julie could hear Sarah breathing hard down the telephone and Julie lowered her voice so her boyfriend couldn't hear and whispered "And I can lick your lovely pussy until you scream with pleasure." Julie heard Sarah's breathing quicken as she replied a muttered "Yes," and smiling to...
***** "It will be fun," giggled Julie down the telephone, "Anyway while the men are away the girls will play". Julie was talking to Sarah, the wife of one the men who served in the same regiment as her boyfriend. They had been out as a group and whilst they all got on, Sarah always seemed a bit straight laced when it came to the subject of sex. Sarah would blush and get very shy if Julie tried to raise the subject outside of the men's earshot about their respective love lives. Sarah...
***** ... Julie sat in the sterile lounge of the airport hotel in Gatwick staring at the giant wooden aeroplane suspended in the bar area. She was more than a little pissed off as though she thought she had been clever in catching the earlier transatlantic plane via Gatwick, but with delays and cancellations meant she now had a fourteen-hour wait before catching the connector to Brussels. She knew at 32 she was still in excellent condition and wished for a moment she wasn't as she tried to...
***** ... Julie was bored, she clicked through the channels on the TV before clicking it off and threw the remote onto the couch in disgust. It was a few weeks before Christmas and Julie was spending her birthday on her own, a situation she didn't normally mind but tonight she wanted company. Walking into her bedroom she stripped to her thong and bra and stood with her wardrobe doors wide open looking at her clothes. Running her fingers along the rack she smiled as she came across her biking...
.... Julie settled back into the business class seat and kicked off her shoes and wiggled her toes. Picking up her bag, she opened it and took out a crumpled and tear stained piece of paper. Carefully unfolding it she began to read ...." Dear Julie, I have never asked you to choose between our marriage and your work as I know how much both mean to you. I don't think it's fair to put you in a position of having to choose so I have decided to make the choice for you. I love you now and always...
* * * * * ………… Julie stumbled down the road, the wind biting and cold as it whipped her long brown hair around her face. Not caring where she went she walked onwards the tears stinging her face as she recalled the almighty row she had with her father. Julie had gone to a party and ended up in bed with the husband and wife throwing the party. Unbeknown to her the host, John had worked with her dad and he had mentioned what had happened within her fathers’ earshot. Julie’s dad had come home...
***** ...Julie stumbled through the cold streets her eyes blinded by tears as she mumbled to herself over and over, "no men ever, no men ever, they are all fucking pigs." She was tired and cold to her very core and could walk no more as finally she came to a halt and slumped in the gutter staring at her beloved Tyne Bridge. At just over 20 she wondered what was left in her life as she watched some of the month old banners, still attached to the river railings, flapping in the bitter wind,...
***** ... Seeing the Black Bull pub, the designated finishing post, appearing rapidly in the distance Julie allowed herself the luxury of glancing back under her arm to see where the other rider was. Seeing a speck behind her she laughed into her helmet and dipping the clutch, grabbed a big handful of throttle causing the large bike to rise onto its back wheel. Keeping it there until she knew the bikers outside the pub had seen her wheelie she dropped the front back down before turning into...
* * * * * Julie hummed softly to herself as she sat in front of the mirror applying some minimal makeup before getting ready to go to the local restaurant for an evening meal. At nearly 27 Julie was pretty happy with life, she had been married for nearly two years now and things couldn't be better both at home and at work. She could hear Tony, her husband singing off key in the shower, and wanted to go and hug him tightly again for his fantastic idea of getting away from it all for a...
***** ... "Fuck off" Julie spat at the man sitting behind the desk, "You won't get me taking my clothes off like some cheap whore," and with that Julie lit a cigarette in defiance of the no-smoking signs and sat back in her chair staring at the man on the other side of the desk. The man returned Julie's venomous stare with a calm and collected poise to his face and waited in the silence for a while as he watched Julie puff the cigarette furiously before dropping it into the half empty...
… The room was spinning a bit and Julie knew that she had drunk just a little bit too much. She had so wanted to impress everyone with her maturity and didn't care too much about what her parents would think about her drinking, after all she was old enough to know what she was doing. Claire and John were the hosts of the party and owners of the executive four bedroomed house Julie found herself standing in and it was much more elegant than the small three bed semi that she lived in with her...
FEBRUARY 12TH 2007- INTRODUCTION It was a bit nerve wracking, sitting in a chair in the middle of a very empty room waiting for mistress. Maybe my watch was slow but it felt like she should have been there by then. A loud noise caught me off guard. It was the steel door slamming shut. There she was. Absolutely stunning. She had black hair with red streaks that went down to her shoulders. Her height surprised me. Mistress Nikki was not much shorter than me, probably about 6 foot 1. The knee...
Tortured French Journalist By Shabbadew2002 Email me: [email protected] CHAPTER 1 BLANCA ?What do you want me to have them do to her?? Wire her up?? ?Yeah. ?Use the picana.? This cunt needs to have it shoved up her pisshole.? Then broken off.? When she?s pissing and crying like a baby, you call me.....? ?Yes, Senhora.? As you wish,? said General Magante. Blanca was furious.? A foreign reporter had dared to investigate her. ?Journalists were the worst.? She knew how to handle the Philippino...
Candy met Martha at a friend's party. She had noticed Martha moving around the room. Everyone else seemed to notice Martha too. It was, she mused, not only because of Martha's generous proportions -- but also because of her easy laugh, booming voice and the animated way she flung her arms and head when chatting. You could see Martha was accustomed to being noticed and she did nothing to make herself any less the centre of attention by her style of dress, which was a loud floral clingy number...