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.
Lucy my horny little friend
Written on 18 November 2007 by Da ManLucy, my best friend, was as excited about my date as I was. She helped me choose a long red satin evening dress, strapless with a full flowing skirt. White evening gloves and a gold necklace completed my outfit. Simple but elegant. She pinned up my long blond hair allowing cascading curls to fall around my shoulders. She helped me apply my make-up and the overall effect was astonishing.
‘I can hardly believe it’s me,’ I said staring at my reflection.
‘You look beautiful,’ she said.
‘I’m nervous. I don’t know why I said yes to Michael.’
‘You’re going to have a fantastic time. I want to hear all the juicy details when you get home,’ she said laughing.
Michael arrived promptly at six, with a corsage, that he fitted to my wrist.
‘Wow,’ he said. ‘You look absolutely beautiful. Turn around. I can see I’m going to have my hands full keeping the guys away from you tonight.’
I blushed furiously.
‘Have fun, you two,’ Lucy said, giving me a wink.
I knew what she was thinking. The problem was, I’d never gone further than just kissing. I knew hardly anything about sex and was too embarrassed to ask anyone.
Victorias Secret
Written on 31 October 2007 by SabrinaShe was still there. Each time I entered the store I swung like a pendulum between the hope that she would be gone, and the strangely intense dread that I would never see her again…would never know the promise of her taut young body. It would be so wrong…I knew that, but somehow I could not help but want her.The store was a lingerie shoppe-of a major chain of shops-in a large local shopping Mall. I had bought there often, liking the high quality design and materials of their sexy undergarments and bathing apparel…and about a month before had noticed the way one of the salesgirls was paying special attention to me. She was a small, young girl, strawberry blonde & freckled, certainly still in her mid-teens (19 at most). The girl’s body was something to dream about…lithe and lightly muscled, creamy freckled skin, small high breasts, full succulent pale lips, and soft doe-like brown eyes. But so young!
Her name was Megan, and her mother managed the shop I soon discovered. Her Mother was also quite lovely, but her sweet daughter was a rare beauty…an untried rose just opening it’s bud. After a few visits more Megan started to talk to me, she was very nervous at first…even though she never said anything forward or improper…I could tell from the way she would glance at my body, and offer suggestions about what would ‘look good’ on me, that she had a dangerous fascination growing within her fresh young mind. Several times I had caught her trying to see through the billowing curtains that closed off the door to which ever dressing room I would choose; her fervent desire to catch even a glimpse of my naked body was somehow very exciting…it was touching how important it seemed to be to her.
but still, she always smiled shyly and spoke so politely to me upon my checking out that I never dared do more than fantasize about making anything of it. Sexual fascination can build itself in your mind in such odd and elusive ways…before I knew it I would leave the shop and go immediately home, where I would put on my purchase and stand before the full length wall mirror in my bedroom. I would stand there in my new chemise or lace camisole, clinging softly to my richly tanned torso…or adjusting a new transparent demi-cup bra over my large firm 38-C breasts, and adjustment that would often take some time as I would enjoy the feel of those familiar dusky spheres of woman-flesh in my hands…my nipples responding to the caresses through the texture of the new fabric.
Often now I would close my steel grey eyes-as I stood almost naked before the mirror-and imagine that my strong tapered fingers were really megan’s small delicate hands… that the sensations I was bringing forth were from her softly pinching my large dark brown nipples. That my hard thick nubs were aching with delicious shivers of delight because of the young girl’s tender loving ministrations! When the muscles in my thighs would start to quiver with the strain of standing, swaying in a sensual haze, with my eyes closed in forbidden fantasy…I would fall backward onto my huge bed! If I were to then open my eyes, and look again into the mirror, I knew their normal cool grey color would have become the pale blue fire of smouldering passion.
This had to stop…I was a mature, sexually active woman…to be masturbating alone over this babe, like some Jr. High school girl at a slumber party! I had to do something…soon!
I knew I had to see this thing through to some sort of conclusion, I told myself that I had to be responsible about it, I had to be adult…she was a teenager for god’s sake. If that was the truth; why did I wear my sexiest form-hugging sleeveless knit dress, the one with the buttons down the back to just below the buttocks and the open slit from there on down…why the underwire half-bra that did such incredible things for my bosom while still leaving my nipples bare to poke so provocatively through the fabric of my dress top? Why-if I was going to tell her she was getting in over her pretty little head-did I slide into the seamed nylons and black garters, the tiny black silk g-string panties…why the single golden drop of perfume along the inner curve of my left thigh just below my smoothly shaven pubic juncture?
From long time patronization I knew when her Mother’s day off was, and felt this would be more conducive to our necessary discussion. I arrived at the Store and she turned as she heard my stiletto heels click crossing the threshold of mall tiles, she smiled so prettily, and with such obvious joy at seeing me, that my resolve wavered…perhaps if I tried some things on first, it would give me time to think of what needed to be said.
Megan virtually pushed the other salesgirl aside to reach me, telling me how wonderful I looked…I told her she should know, as she had sold me most of what I was wearing. She blushed so sweetly when she realized I meant my underthings, her freckles seeming to break out in colonies all over her face and slender neck…I suddenly felt something not at all like responsible adult resolve! I selected a couple of lacy teddies of different designs and had Megan show me to a dressing booth. The fascinating young girl stood outside and chatted with me through the curtains…waiting, I knew, for any glimpse of my body that chance might afford her.
Nice Lesbian Domination
Written on 31 October 2007 by Da ManLucy was upset that mom insisted on taking the maid up to their cabin in the woods. It had always been their private adventure since Dad died and they normally went there once a year. She had just completed high school and wanted this to be her special trip. Besides the maid was a large black lady who was extremely bossy. Several times she had insisted that her mother fire her only to be recommended by her mother.
They had arrived late that night and the cabin was in wreck. The maid Dora and mom Jean said they would tidy up a bit before bedtime while Lucy just ignored them and made her bed. She was awakened by strange sounds in the cabin main room. Slowly getting up, she walked quietly to the bedroom door and opened it slightly so she could view inside.
Her mom was on all fours and naked. She was crawling around picking up things in her mouth and carrying them to where they belong while Dora was walking behind her. She had a large black paddle in her hand and Lucy watched in horror as she would bring it down squarely on Jean big ass making her leap forward in response.
“How dare you talk to me like that,” Dora was saying. “I let you keep your secret from that bitch of a daughter of yours for months and this is what I get? You bitch.”
“Take that,” she said striking her ass very hard with the paddle as it jerked upward in response.
She slapped Jean ass several times quickly with the paddle as Jean continued crawling with a wad of paper in her mouth towards the garbage can.
“Well tomorrow,” she continued, “she is going to find out what you really are. My bitch. How do you like that bitch? I’m going to make your daughter my bitch
just like her mother.”
Dora was shaking her head sideways but continued to crawl as she finally reached the trashcan and dumped the paper only to crawl again to pick up something else.
Lucy watched her mother and the maid. She couldn’t believe she was seeing it. She wanted at first to go out and do something about it but the maid was much larger then her and her own mother wasn’t even trying to stop it. She also noticed she was leaking wet spots between her legs as she crawled on.
Despite her anger and fear, Lucy herself was getting wet watching the two. She was ashamed of her feeling watching her own mother getting her ass spanked by the maid but at the same time her cunt was aching for a rubbing as she reached down to oblige it.
“Break time bitch,” Dora commanded. “Come get your treat.”
Lucy watched as a tearful Jean crawled behind Dora and pushed her head up inside her dress from behind. She could hear the slurping sounds as Jean ass was wiggling in back like a dog being given a treat or something.
“Tomorrow, I going to make that cunt daughter of yours eat my ass out, bitch.” Dora pressed on. “Maybe her tongue is good for something other than talking.”
Lucy was rubbing in earnest now. The sight and tone of Dora voice was driving her wild in excitement as she stroked harder on her cunt. Despite herself, she wished it were her down there instead of her mother. Dora had a large ass, she could see underneath the hem of her dress but right now it didn’t matter as she stroked and stroked.
The summer I turned 16
Written on 24 October 2007 by SabrinaThe summer I turned 16, I was still very innocent. I was staying with my uncle John in Los Angeles for the summer. John had been married to my father’s sister, but she passed away several years ago. The only person who shared the house with John was my cousin Tracy, who was 18 and had just graduated from high school.
They had a fantastic, huge house with a swimming pool and tennis courts and all of that stuff, so I was really psyched to be staying there. Uncle John worked long hours so most days it would be just Tracy and me, and usually Tracy’s best friend Kimiko.
Tracy, being a couple years older and from L.A., was a lot more worldly than me and I worshipped and envied her. She was incredibly popular at school because she was smart and funny, and oh yeah, insanely gorgeous: a classic California-girl face and beautiful light brown hair cut in a chic style. She worked out a lot and her body was flawless-chest big but not too big, a narrow waist, nice hips. Though Tracy was smaller than me, about 5′5”, she projected an air of power that made her seem much bigger. I guess that probably had a little to do with how popular she was, too.
Most days that summer Tracy, Kimiko and I just hung out by the pool. At first we’d put on our bikinis and lay around, reading, listening to music, painting our nails, soaking up the sun. Tracy and Kimiko talked a lot about things I didn’t know much about, so mostly I was just quiet and tried to follow what they were saying. I was happy that they just let me be there with them; they both looked so great, tan and lean and sculpted. They looked so much more together and hip than I did-Tracy wore a gold ring in her navel, and Kimiko had this really amazing dragon tattoo on her back.
Kimiko was (obviously) Japanese-American but she wasn’t petite, she was an athletic 5′7”. Her bikini showed off the fact that she was in shape and well-built. In her own way, she was every bit as beautiful as Tracy. I quickly came to look up to and envy her also.
I wasn’t bad-looking myself, I realize now, but I was younger and still pretty self-conscious. I wasn’t fat but I was carrying a few extra pounds that felt like a lot to me. My clothes weren’t as nice as theirs either; all I had for the pool was my green-and-white-striped bikini that my mom had bought me, which was nice enough, but nothing like the designer suits Tracy and Kimiko wore.
Also, I hadn’t had sex yet and felt very unsophisticated; I had let boys feel me up but hadn’t gone any further, shy and afraid of getting pregnant or catching something–basically just afraid. Tracy and Kimiko never talked about the specifics of their sex lives with me around, but they seemed like they knew everything and had done everything there was to do.
It was very hot that summer; heat shimmered in waves across the surface of the concrete by the pool. It felt right, though. It was a privileged and glamorous setting and I couldn’t have been happier. I felt different than I’d ever felt before in a way that excited me–it felt like big things were going to happen that would bring me closer to adulthood. In retrospect, it was a very sexually charged atmosphere-everything Tracy and Kimiko did was very sensual and aware, and the poolside setting felt so decadent, like every possible pleasure was available to us.
Naughty girls in school
Written on 23 October 2007 by SabrinaThe school I was attending in Athens was one of the strictest in the area. The teaching staff consisted mainly of humorless spinsters and a few old men.
By now, I am certain, that most of these unorgasmic female teachers must have died and wherever they might now be they surely are still proud to be virgins! The main regulation that was really pissing me off was the fact that we had to wear a stupid school uniform. This consisted of a blue skirt, white shirt and white socks and only the last three years of high school we were allowed to wear tights! I joined this school when I was about 14. At the beginning I had practically no close friends. I was feeling very lonely and was showing no particular interest in classes. In other words, I hated every moment of it.
One day I finally discovered that I could be different from all the others. I could do something that no other girl ever thought or, if they did, didn’t have the guts to do. Twice a week we had film projections in the auditorium of various subjects. Twice a week for 45 minutes, in the safety of the darkened auditorium, I was giving myself some of my most satisfying orgasms! Yes ! Slowly and secretly I was masturbating and bringing myself off whilst no one had the slightest idea of what I was doing. It started one day during a boring geography film.
Once the lights were out, I slid down on my chair to get a bit more comfortable and, as usual, doze off. By doing so, my pants cut right into my pussy. I tried wiggling my ass but instead of improving the situation, my pants went further into my slit. This gave me a mixed sensation. It was definitely uncomfortable but the pressure on my clit was sending different messages. I looked around. There was only one girl, Eleni, to my left and no one to my right. I had my coat on my lap and slowly, I slid my right hand under my skirt until it reached my pants. My fingers found their way under the elastic band and pulled it right out of my pussy but my fingers stayed there slowly caressing my already excited sex. I closed my eyes and continued teasing my cunt, which was getting wetter by the minute. Eleni was paying no attention to me so I spread my legs slightly to allow better access to my pussy. Boy was I wet! I pushed my middle finger right into my cunt and then started rubbing my clit which was hard and sticking out. I was so excited by the fact that I was masturbating next to another girl at school and no one knew what I was doing, that I climaxed in a matter of a few minutes! A small sigh escaped my lips.
Teenage girls in love
Written on 20 October 2007 by Da Manmy name is jessica. i am 16 and im bi. my girlfriend, megan is the same age. me and her are best best friends even before the relationship. im here to tell you my many stories of when we were just friends, but with benefits.
i was walking through the hallway of my high school when my cell vibrated. it was a text from meg saying she wanted to see a movie. megan is this beautiful sicilian barbie. she was straight. but that quickily changed at the movies.
everytime i hung out with megan, my attraction to her grew stronger and stronger and every night we were together, i’d flirt with her. but she was new to the whole flirting thing since she never really got any. no one ever taught her how to be sexy.
i waited for her to meet up with me at the movies and i was getting anxious because that night was gonna be the night i’d have her pussy in my mouth. and i knew it. i promised myself i wouldnt hold back any longer and just take control.
she walked through the double doors and i greeted her and hug. ugh shes so fucking beautiful. i picked up her necklace and was complementing it,
“omgosh meg this is stunning!”
“its imported haha”
i let go of it and grazed her left boob with the back of my hand. and ofcourse she thought it was an accident.
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High School of Sluts
Written on 20 October 2007 by Da ManHi, my names Brittany. I’m a blond, about 5′7, and weigh around 110 pounds. This is the story of my new school. I got there on the first day, and was surprised at how slutty all the girls looked and acted. they touched each other in the halls, and all that good old stuff. I felt right at home. My first period class was French.
The desk in front of me was inhabited by a really hot brunette, who quickly introduced herself as Racheal, Well, I noticed that she was wearing a very short skirt, and that it rode up under her. So, when class started, I took my shoes off. I pushed my kneee through the hole in the back of her seat.
