Very Personal Service
Written on 19 July 2008 by Da ManJenny goes shopping for her first “Toy”, and receives some very personal customer care.
Jenny walked past the shop, again, for the third time. As she did so her eyes glanced furtively at the display, again. Each time she had reached this point, she had been unable to turn and approach the door. She’d barely been able to pause and look into the shop window as you would when walking down street full of shop windows displaying there goods.
She started getting angry with herself, feeding it, letting it get stronger, why was I being such a silly girl, I am adult, I am a woman, ok, only just but I am 18, and I can prove it. They sell women’s underwear and lingerie, and other girlie stuff, like nighties. However the little voice came back, but that’s not only what they sell, and let’s be honest, that was why you’re here, isn’t it? She continued down the street for a few more steps, and then stopped. She let her anger grow and allowed to suppress her natural shyness and hesitation.
Right, she told herself, this time or you just go home. She turned and walked back down the street. It was a very quaint and oldie world type street, many of the shops were timber framed and had overhangs. They were mostly ladies fashion boutiques, you know, the sort with one or two items in the window, and if you asking for the price, you can’t afford it places. As she neared the shop, she looked into the window. It was quite tasteful and very feminine in style, which was very reassuring. Very different to the “other shop” on the out skirts of the shopping area, with its covered widows, and “Private Shop” and adults only on the window. To make matters worse, it looked seedy and dirty too, and the rumours that you heard about it, well probably made up, but you could just imagine the sort of men, in dirty raincoats, clutching little brown bags. She smiled inwardly, as this reminded her of some of more extreme fantasies.
She reached the door, and took a deep breath. Right, nothing to be embarrassed about, she reassured herself, but she was already blushing before she’d even entered the shop. The door clicked open and she continued forward, there as a little tinkle of a bell. Jenny looked around, God she thought; there were women in there already! OH God, she should have come in when she arrived at 9, instead of sulking up and down street. Part of her was screaming at her to get out, to run away, the other side of her, stronger, more needing, made her enter the shop fully. The shop assistant smiled at her and nodded in greeting. Jenny flashed a nervous smile and quickly turned away and started looking at display by the door.
Trick or Treat?
Written on 18 July 2008 by Da ManSummary - Two 18 year old Goth girls, decide to go Trick or Treating after a Halloween Party and call upon their former history teacher, and fulfil there school girl fantasies. Story includes girl on girl and light S&M/Spanking.
David lay in bed, reading, as always, before going to sleep. It was funny, but unless he read, even for a little while, he could never get off to sleep. Of course, he avoided anything too stimulating or heavy, just something interesting or, occasionally when the mood took him, the odd erotic story, although, he didn’t do that quite so much in his thirties. But hey you couldn’t beat a good wank to relieve stress and release the tension in your muscles. Mind, he’d prefer something better. He’d been single for far too long, getting on for five years now. Yes there’d been flings, but nothing permanent. It didn’t help that he was far too shy and awkward to make the flings a regular event. His frustrations were often made worse because of the very oblivious flirting and teasing from his older teen pupils at the school where he had taught for 5 years. This flirting and teasing, and his efforts to ignore it were accompanied by the taunts and rumours that he was in fact gay, mainly from the teen boys, but rarely from the girls. Not that he was bothered about that, what bothered him was the way, if he let himself, his mind would dwell on some of the sluttier of the girls in there short come ether skirts . Even in class, occasionally, he could feel the one eyed monster rousing itself. Fortunately, he had always managed to control this, and the one eyed monster had yet to cause him any undue embarrassment.
Mind, there were moments, especially two years ago, when two girls in particular had pushed the limits as far as he could go, but they had left at the end of that academic year, much to his relief. But he’d not forgotten them, even now; the thought of them was enough to make the beast rise up. He resisted the temptation, and forced his mind back too book he was reading, which was one of a series, a fantasy, but one that didn’t take itself too seriously, and was quite funny in many places, this would be the 14th or 15th he’d read. He glanced at the clock again, hmmm 10:36, he’d allow himself to read until he couldn’t keep his eyes open, tomorrow was Saturday, so no school, no need to be bright eyes and bushy tailed.
There was a time when on Halloween’s night, he’d have been in a club, dressed as a vampire or something. Mind in his Goth days it would have been hard to tell the difference between normal everyday ware, and fancy dress. This thought made him smile to himself, as he thought about his pupils and their reaction if they knew about his Goth days. He still dressed in black and his house, which was Victorian, still retained a very strong gothic flavour, which is why he bought it. Mind he’d grown out off painting his room black. With a smile at the memory of his younger self, he returned to his book and let himself slide back into it.
Suddenly the door bell rang; David looked over at the clock, 11:10, “FUCK” he cursed! Who was that at this time of night, it was too late for trick or treaters, sod it, he wasn’t going down to answer it. The bell rang again, he ignored it, and again, he ignored it. However after the sixth or seventh time, he cursed, and threw back the covers and stood naked; stomping over to where his dressing gown lay, he picked it up and moving out of his bedroom he slung it on, pulling it around his body, he tugged and then knotted the belt. This had better be important, or he really would have some politically incorrect language to use when he opened that door too whoever they were. He turned the upper hall light on and stamped loudly down the stairs, as the bell range for the eighth time. As he neared the bottom of the stairs, and was close to the door, he could hear voices, and the sound of giggling, someone was telling someone else to stop giggling, hmmm female, which mellowed is temper, but only a bit.
As he passed, he turned both the hall light on and the outside porch light on. He reached the door; he could see two vaguely female forms through the frosted and etched pane glass front door.
He opened the door and was greeted by duet of “Trick or Treat Mr Lake” follow by giggles, giggles that hinted at a little too much drink. Any thought of expressing his anger were swept away by the vision that greeted his eyes. Standing under the porch light, giggling and leaning against each other for support were two girls, one dressed in a sort of school uniform, the other, yes, the gown and pasteboard hat, as the classic school teacher. Both girls were oddly familiar, but for moment, couldn’t place them.
Jane and me
Written on 18 July 2008 by Da ManI checked the sound systems of my bass guitar, then checked my microphone. My eyes fell upon Jane, and it took some time for me to realize I was staring at her. Her beautiful dark blue eyes were entrancing, her dark curling brown hair enticing. Her body was slim and fit, curving beautifully. Upon her face were plump, wet lips, seductively moist. Her chest were a 36 DD. There was not one ounce of fat on her body. Her pants were tight and conformed to her thin, long legs, and her shirt was a sexy tanktop.
My eyes locked on her face, but I quickly adverted my eyes when she looked to me. I\’d always liked Jane, but I\’d never admitted it to her: she was a beautiful, sexy singer. I was the bass guitarist and back up singer. She would never notice me. She was hot and sexy, I was buff and average. I took my guitar off my shoulders and rested placed it in its case to be used tomorrow night at the concert. I went back to my hotel room and laid on my bed silently.
After School With Renee
Written on 15 July 2008 by Da ManMichael and Renee had been together for a few months now, He was 16 with and althletic build and short blonde hair. She was 15, turning 16 in a few weeks, she had long, bottle-blonde hair, 5′ 7 and a perfect figure with perky C cups and long, slender legs. They had organised the nights before that Michael would go to Renee’s house after school, he had never been there before just as Renee had never been to his house either. It was a short walk, about 2-3 minutes from the school. While walking up her driveway, he realises that there is no car in the driveway and she tells him that her Mum is at work. She fumbles with her house keys at the door but finally getting the door open, she invites him inside.
It was a nice home, 3 bedrooms and a large sized kitchen and dining room. But Michael was more interested in seeing her bedroom. They hadn’t done much sexually with each other, he had fingered her in the movie theatre the week before but that was all. They were both virgins but she had gone farther with other guys than he ever had done with girls. She showed him around the home, the tour ending at her bedroom where they sat on her bed and talked for a while.
A Family’s Sexual Hypnosis - Part 1
Written on 13 July 2008 by mike4826934Chapter One
Debbie L. Carbonaro sighed, it was almost quitting time on a Friday afternoon. She would do the same thing she did every weeknight. I’m in such a rut. She’d drive home from work, cook dinner, engage in lame conversation with her husband Jim over dinner, clean the kitchen, and putter around the house until Jim said he was going to bed. Then as his dutiful wife she would go to the bedroom to strip and get under the sheets to wait for her husband. He would do what he did every night. Climb into bed and start fucking her in the missionary position. He wouldn’t last long either. He would shoot his sperm into her pussy and then roll off of her and go to sleep.
Debbie’s husband was a devout Jehovah’s Witness and would not entertain any change to their sex life. Debbie knew that oral sex was out of the question, but there were other things that could be done to add variety, spice to their sex life. Then finally, she could have an orgasm. Debbie was disillusioned with the Jehovah’s Witness life style. She definitely needed something to change in her life. Debbie did not get any satisfaction from either her job or her home life. She went and showered off all signs of another night with Jim. Debbie got on her nightie and went to bed. She soon fell into a troubled sleep.
The next morning was just like any other Saturday, Jim left early to get some golf in at the country club, in the afternoon he would go door to door spreading the faith. Debbie just sat at the kitchen table, drinking her coffee and reading the paper. She was turning the pages listlessly, seeing the same old advertisements, when something caught her eye. The ad practically jumped off the page, ‘IS YOUR LIFE A MESS? IS STRESS MAKING YOU TIRED AND GRUMPY? Find happiness through Hypnotherapy. Call Dr. Claiborne today and find peace.’ There was a phone number and address. This may be my answer. I’ll call right now. Debbie called the number and managed to slip into a canceled appointment for that afternoon. I am nervous, but excited. Could this be the answer to all my problems?
Debbie looked at herself in the full length mirror. She was wearing a sensible, but attractive pants suit. It complimented her fit, sexy body. She was 42 years old, but looked 30. Her shoulder length dark brown hair and green eyes, that suited her so well, were a family trait. Debbie appeared demure, but wanted to be wild. She just didn’t know if she could. She got in her car to drive to her appointment. As soon as she was out of sight of the house, she pulled out a cigarette and lit it. She rolled down all of the power windows to let the smoke out, because Jehovah’s Witnesses were not permitted to smoke tobacco.
