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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...
My wife, Lexi, is a beautiful brunette with an athletic build, and a very healthy sexual appetite. We have been together 20 years and have enjoyed a wonderful and fulfilling sex life. Lexi loves cock, obeys all commands, and is very orgasmic (which is a great turn on to her many male partners). During the first years of our marriage we engage in sex talk and ‘what if’s’ in the bedroom, but never acting on our fantasies. In public, I challenged and pushed her to be an exhibitionist. She began...
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...
I just turned 18 yesterday, when me, plus my best friend Tamara, made a pack to get laid before the night was up. I was at the Cafe with Tamara when I went into deep thought on what it’d be like, the heat, passion and lust filled my head and I just knew I was getting wet… ‘And, so that’s why I’m not gonna live with my brother…Lexi!’ Tamara Screamed. Her scream snapped me back into reality and made me blush slightly. ‘Yes?’ I mumbled softly looking confused. I had no idea that my thoughts were...
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...
CANDIE'S JOURNAL By Southern Candie ENTRY 1 Hi I am Andy, but my stepbrother calls me Candie when he makes me dress up for him. I decided to keep a journal of all the things that happened to me since that faithful day. The day my stepbrother caught me all dressed up in my Mom's lingerie and decided to blackmail me into being his sex toy. First though let me give you some background information that lead up to that day. I do not really remember my Dad, he...
My tongue runs over your left nipple, and then your right. You skin is soft under my delicate fingers. Smooth and silky. Your breasts are full, and I love gently kneading my hands in them. Pushing them together on my mouth. Your smiling down at me. Knowing that I am enjoying this new feeling. This new sex. Your body is tan, and your stomach is so tight. I know what I want to touch, and where to touch, but I’m scared. I have felt the soft folds of my pussy. The slick tightness around my fingers....
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...
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...
FantasyChris grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table when everything was finished. He noticed he had a text message from Alexis. He opened it up and to his surprise it was a picture of Alexis asleep. She was completely naked and the message with it just said "you wore her out last night" he smiled looking at it. He was amazed at seeing her whole body on display. Her breasts were prefect. They stood perky and round with small pink circles in the middle displaying her nipples. His...
He was sitting in his office working one day when he heard his wife come home. He looked at the clock and wondered what she was doing home early. She walked in and smiled "hi sweetie". He looked over to the door and smiled back "hey, you're home early". She nodded and walked over. Smiling big she blurted out with excitement "I had to run home and tell you the good news. I got the offer to go work with "Doctors Abroad" one of the other doctors pulled out at the last minute.... I leave...
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...
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...
Alexis sat down and thanked the hostess, who promptly walked back to the front of the cafe. Alexis swallowed and smoothed her dress, drank a sip of ice water, and looked around the cafe. Sleek design, lots of open space but also a few alcoves for more private dining. Well lit but cozy. People, mostly couples, seemed to be enjoying a nice experience. The guy had good taste. She quick checked her phone, 3:03. Whoever she was meeting was supposed to be here 3 but the hostess had said nobody was...
Mind Controli had been reading in my usual spot when i heard the familiar rumble of Johns' Harley-Davidson coming up the road. We'd met about month before. i was reading as usually, just trying to get away from the computer for a while and he'd been on a ride. i was at my car getting a water and i complimented his bike as he rode past. He stopped and we talked about bikes for a few minutes before he rode off. Even though i'd been dressing and learning to be feminine for almost 2 years, i didn't think...
CHAPTER 7 We ended up at a favorite Italian restaurant in the neighborhood that Spence liked to go to. It was quite crowded and the only open seat was a corner booth. We followed the receptionist to the booth and Lexi got in first and Carmen said. Stan, why don’t you get in next and fill in the middle between Lexi and I. “Sure” I agreed. We settled in as both Carmen and Lexi sat fairly close to me. “So what do you think about taking us girls out on a date” Lexi cheerfully asked. “Ya,...
LEXI Lexi was just two weeks past her 18th birthday and her brunet hair fell thickly to her shoulders. Her brown eyes grew very large when she was excited. Her lips formed a beautiful perfect heart shape when she slightly opened her mouth, especially when she put on bright red lipstick. Her slightly darker complexion added to her petite 5’ 5” feminine frame which accentuated her attractiveness. She came into the family when my brother married a widow from Costa Rica and she came as a...
Lexi was just two weeks past her 18th birthday and her brunet hair fell thickly to her shoulders. Her brown eyes grew very large when she was excited. Her lips formed a beautiful perfect heart shape when she slightly opened her mouth, especially when she put on bright red lipstick. Her slightly darker complexion added to her petite 5’ 5” feminine frame which accentuated her attractiveness. She came into the family when my brother married a widow from Costa Rica and she came as a package...
The following is a recollection from my college years. Individual names and the name of the sorority have been changed for reasons of privacy.“Sasha? Sasha?” Slowly the sound of my name drew me out of my daydream. I looked up at the middle-aged Mrs. Dullwater in annoyance. She returned my look over the top of her reading glasses with a lofty stare of superiority. In a lecturing tone, she observed, “Sasha, as a senior at this college, AND the president of your sorority, you really should take a...
The following is a recollection from my college years. Individual names and the name of the sorority have been changed for reasons of privacy. “Sasha? Sasha?” Slowly the sound of my name drew me out of my daydream. I looked up at the middle-aged Mrs. Dullwater in annoyance. She returned my look over the top of her reading glasses with a lofty stare of superiority. In a lecturing tone, she observed, “Sasha, as a senior at this college, AND the president of your sorority, you really should...
From reading the title, you would probably surmise that this story is about a beautiful woman and a dashing young or middle-aged guy from the Middle East. If you thought that, you would’ve been half right. This story does feature a beautiful woman, in fact, a beautiful young woman – my 18 year-old daughter, Alexis (I’ll be referring to her with the name she’s more commonly called by – Lexi). The Arabian knight in this story, however, is not so young or dashing because he happens to be 67 years...
Lexi woke to the bright morning sunshine streaming through the open French doors and a naked Nadia tickling the bottom of her feet with her tongue. As soon as Nadia realized Lexi was awake she climbed onto her stomach and bent over to kiss her. After breaking the kiss, Nadia picked up a collar and leash from the bed and secured it to Lexi's neck. Lexi wasn't at all sure what was coming next, only that resistance would be futile even if she really wanted to resist. Lexi climbed out of bed as...
Georgia gripped her hand as Nadia, now dressed in a skimpy maid's uniform, led a large and elegantly dressed man into the Library. Nadia said something that Lexi took to be an introduction and bowed before leaving the room. Georgia stood, pulling Lexi up with her. "Mr. Jones, so good to see you again," Georgia said, letting Lexi's hand go and walking the few steps to shake his hand. "A pleasure Georgia," the man said with a slight accent that Lexi couldn't place. Georgia turned and...
Lexi woke with a start. She found herself alone in the dimmly lit basement. Trying her bonds she found she was still secured to the floor, her wrists and ankles firmly secured. A shiver ran through her body as the sweat and Georgia's piss chilled her in the cool air. She gave up any hope of escaping when she heard the thump of the door closing. Looking that way she saw Georgia had returned. A fresh shiver of fear washed over her when she saw the large man that accompanied Georgia. She was...
Lexi stopped in her tracks as they entered the kitchen. A young dark haired girl stood at the stove, her only clothing a small apron and a leather collar. Lexi almost fell as Val pulled on her leash, pulling her over to a table. "Kneel," he ordered as he sat in one of the chairs and reached forward to loosen her wrists from the collar. The other girl turned and said something to Val, her eyes taking in Lexi's naked form as Lexi looked her over as well. The girl couldn't have been much...
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...
LesbianLexi woke in the dimly lit bedroom, a warm soft body touching her side. She turned her head just enough to see the dark hair of Nadia sleeping beside her. Confused for a moment she rolled to the side, only to find that her arms were once more cuffed behind her. Her movement woke Nadia who quickly rolled over and flipped Lexi onto her back. Lexi looked up into the dark eyes of the other girl as she straddled her stomach. The feral and predatory look in Nadia's eyes, nor the taunting smile on...
Introduction: Mabey shes perfect! The first thing Id like to clear up is my user name. My name is Max, I am a dude. My ex-girlfriends name was Abbi Cammille Baberos. We broke up after some stupid deal with her dad. We still get together and fool around and stuff. Infact, we are very close. I dont have an account for this site because I am nervous about it showing up in the hands of a client, since my job is based mostly around children. thats where I get my user name/ my ex girlfriends user...
Georgia's shove at the bottom of the stairs sent Lexi stumbling forward in the dark. She turned just in time to hear the door slam closed in the pitch blackness. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Preparing to have some fun," Georgia's rich voice replied from somewhere off to the right. A match flared off to the side just as Lexi found the door and struggled to find the knob. In the light of the freshly lit candle she could see a deadbolt on the door and knew it was locked as she...