For as long as I can remember, I've always had a thing for panties. Not wearing them. Seeing them, smelling them, touching them. And, of course, coming on them. I'm almost always turned on when I see a girl's panties. With the current trend of low-slung jeans and pants, my eyes are always on the lookout for a girl whose panties or thong is in view.
It was early evening and I was sitting in front of the mirror in my bedroom. I was home from college for the first time since the semester started back in September. Looking into the mirror, I asked myself question after question, never answering what I was asking. As I sat there peering into my brown eyes, I tried to figure out who I was and who I was becoming.
After taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I opened them to once again stare into the mirror.
Goodness knows why I have this fetish, but I do have it, so I have to live with it. What is it? Well it's the desire to eat shit. It must be from a dominant female mistress and maybe it's more to do with being totally submissive than it is to do with the actual eating. I think this desire has been with me for a very long time and now I would like to tell you, how I turned desire into reality.
I thought it wasn't possible to realise my desire until whilst browsing through a contact magazine I saw a mistress advertising Hard Sports.
It appeared that the last brutal beating of her ass, when Professor Daren had broken the yardstick as he spanked her mercilessly with it, had cured Karla of her desire for him. For a little bit at least, he figured he probably had about as long as it took her ass cheeks to return to their normal creamy color before she'd come looking for him again.
I've never kept a journal before. With the exception of my best friend,there's no one I can tell what I've done this past week. I figured this would be a perfect time to start writing things down. I think it'll make me feel better.
"If you're gonna stare at my tits, you should have the decency to buy me a drink!"
Swallowing my burger and smiling, "Since we're being blunt, to be precise I was actually staring at your nipples."
That was my introduction to Lou a couple days ago on the island of Maui. I have had many made trips to the Islands but had never met anyone quite like her. On this particular trip, I had spent three days on the beaches and in the bars when I wasn't working.
Sometimes, life can bring you surprises, and I’m going to tell you about one that happened to me. I’ll start at the beginning so you can understand the details that led up to the extremely erotic encounter that I had last night.
My wife Linda and I have a very good sex life, and we frequently share our fantasies and desires. One of mine is to cum in her pussy, and then lick her clean afterwards.
Hi there, my name is Tina and I’m writing this episode down at the request of my husband, Rob. You see, I recently had an amazingly hot sexual episode (one of many, actually) and Rob got so turned on by it he wanted me to share the details with the world. So, for what it’s worth, here we go!
First, let me tell you a little about myself. I’m 32 years old, and I’ve been married to Rob for 8 years.
The yoga class had already started by the time I made it inside so it looked as if I'd have to wait until afterwards to get to the toilet. I was dying to pee but that wasn't surprising. The further my pregnancy progressed, the longer it seemed to take to get anywhere and the more often I seemed to need the toilet. I felt like a beached whale at times, nearly nine months in, just a few weeks to go and I couldn't wait for it to be over. The worst thing was not having anyone to share my troubles with.
Like most women, I was never entirely satisfied with my appearance. I had always wanted bigger breasts - not huge, but... bigger. C cup. Maybe a D. And while I wasn't exactly 'fat', I had always been envious of slender women with narrow waists. So waking to find that, in addition to not being dead, I was possessed of a beautifully curved body was, well, something of a silver lining.
I was black all over. Glossy. Like a life-size fetish doll. But like a child's doll, I had no nipples, and not even a suggestion of a pussy or an ass. I had no fingernails, no toenails, no hair.