I’m somewhat fuzzy on the exact wording but am familiar with the thrust of the famous phrase, if you’ll pardon my pun. Chekov wrote: “If you have an oversized dildo in the first act, by the second, someone—lips parted, eyes screwed tightly shut, gasping for air—will find herself repeatedly impaled on it.” He should have said: “if you use mail order, make sure the company uses discreet packaging.” Who could possibly think...

Her: Today isn’t usually a play day, but I can tell by his tone in our texts that he needs it. That he needs me. He needs to control me and have me bend to his every whim. And I am more than happy to oblige. Only a few more hours until he gets home now. I go to our playroom and pick out what I need. Nipple clamps, a spreader bar, my favorite whip… I can feel my pussy tighten with excitement. A ballgag, my collar, a butt p...

It started with a phone call to a chatline. I was alone and curious. I recorded my bio message, describing how old I was and how I looked. It said my name was Alice. I was twenty-one, with long black hair, dark brown eyes, curvy. I wanted to find a nice guy to chat with.I went through several messages from men wanting to talk to me. But I only truly noticed one man’s message.“My name is Chase, I’d love to chat and get to...

I arrived at Gordon’s at three as we’d arranged. He was waiting for me at the door and after parking my bicycle by the back door he welcomed me into the kitchen and made us both a cup of tea. His little white dog was barking excitedly so I made a fuss of her which she liked. We were soon chatting happily and Gordon led me through to the living room, which was spacious and comfy and we sat on the sofa. Before long the conv...

By the end of the first week, I had completely transformed into a girl. I no longer wore men's clothing and my daily routine now consisted of showering, shaving and practising my makeup techniques before deciding on what outfit I was going to wear next. I had completely succumbed to feminization and needed to dress slutty in order to feel fulfilled. On this morning I rifled through the wardrobe looking for a sexy outfit,...

Here we were. We had made an excuse to go to Michigan this time, stopping briefly to visit my cousin and his spouse. We had told them we were there looking at some property and were going to also be doing some sightseeing. They took the reasons at face value and we left to our true destination. With some trepidation we were finally ready to meet with Amber and Nick again. We had made our rules and broken most of them as w...

My friend Teresa was planning her summer holidays but was beginning to stress about leaving her home unattended for such a long time. She lived with her husband in a large house in the middle of nowhere and the two of them were planning a cruise, which meant the house would be left empty for the next eight weeks. She invited me over for lunch and after the meal, we sat down in the front room for some drinks. She didn't se...

“Shopping, what for and what do you mean by, playing in public?” “Do you have any sex toys?” she asked, moving very close to me so our noses almost touched. “Well no, I don’t.” “Ha, that doesn’t surprise me. You ought to have some, what do you masturbate with?” “My fingers,” I answered awkwardly. We remained nose to nose, her eyes staring into mine. She moved her hand up under my dress and started lightly scratching my cl...

Antje started making out with me this morning. Plain old making out is stuff we’re used to, so we decided to play a kissing game. One of us would pretend we had the wrong idea about kissing, and the other would appear surprised. Simple game.  "You first," she said, leaning in for a kiss and giving me the sticky eyes with those sapphire blues of hers, before closing them.  My play. Noses crash. My nose touched hers, and sh...

We meet every morning at seven You're my on line loverWe start out slowlyKissing and holding each other Then our hands start to exploreWe need the feeling of moreYou whisper in my ear pleaseGet on your knees I drop to your commandAnd with my handI start to stroke your manhoodAs your hands run through my hair Then I open my mouthTaking it in all the wayYou shout "Use your mouth"As you thrust in deeper My head bobbing up an...

Ary had a huge crush on his next door neighbor Poulomi. It did not matter to him that she was married with a kid, or that she was older to him by almost a decade. He had a thing for older women and Poulomi seemed to fit the bill perfectly for him. She was of fair complexion, with big boobs and a shapely butt, a curvy waist and the way she wore her saree, which showed gave a peek-a-boo of some parts of her body while cover...