As I lay there on the bunk, the world a distant thing, I felt the sting of tears in my eyes as I stared at the wall beside me. Sometimes, when it was quiet, like now, and dark, I could still see it before me: the court room, the judge with his wig staring down at me with hatred in his eyes, the guards glaring at me and placing a hand near their batons, the crowds eyes all on me, and in each one the anger was painfully clear to me. I had wanted to scream out: I didnt do it! This is all a mistake! But it hadnt come out. I already knew my fate was sealed. And I had gotten so used to people believing me guilty that I had forgotten whether I was or not.

I dont think this place is open Johnny, I say, looking up at the dark faade of the building. A street address is conspicuously absent under the blacked out windows, the pavement deserted. As the December wind from the Bay chills my bare legs you take my hand, leading me across the street. Trust me Alexis, this place never closes, you tell me, rapping sharply on the heavy wooden door. It opens slowly, revealing more darkness within. This way sweetie, just follow me, you instruct, leading me down a hallway, the sharp heels of my stilettos puncturing the carpet.

We had been out at the Rodeo, our favorite local night spot. All night long Id had you wearing "the panties". The ones with the tiny vibrator on the crotch and the remote control in my hand. I had teased you mercilessly all night. Turning it on and off, and from low to high randomly, whenever I though you were getting complacent... Now were riding in the car. Youre still wearing the panties but not much else, and you cant sit still. Your eyes are closed, your head is thrown back, and you are making the best sounds. I blindfold you. You ask where were going but all I say is, "Wait.

It was late, almost midnight and I was cybering away with some guy who was telling me what he could or would like to do to me. It was almost working, I was wet as hell, fingering away but I just couldnt get to the point that makes you gasp, your toes curl and your eyes roll back into your head. There was a big wet stain on the towel I had spread over my chair and I was completely nude except for my famous long T-shirt which I heard a noise in the living room, told my online lover that I would be right back and went to see what was happening. It was Lisa my roommate. She was obviously a little tipsy and had a tall handsome stranger in tow that was in worse condition.

That night for the first time in a long time, Angie and I had sex, it was the best ever. Every time she rubbed my chest I would get very aroused. I told her that I find I was changing, my moods were different and that I was more sensitive to peoples feelings. She smiled "That is great to here, and I find that you have been very helpful and willing with the new cloths that I have bought you. I have new clothes for you to try tomorrow." The next morning I woke to notice that my chest had grown more and that my body really started to look feminine. I wonder if these vitamins are having an affect on me. Angie was very happy with the results of her diet that she had set

The door opened, in walked Pablo still wearing nothing more than tight white boxers, which showed off his sturdy dancers thighs to perfection, and highlighted his bulging packet beautifully. With him was a middle-aged guy in a pair of jeans and T-shirt. "This is Juan, he will shave you, he is very good at it, but will have to move you into positions as he is dumb. When he is finished he will bring you to the barn for the Ceremony. And you," Pablo said, turning to Timmo "did you clean the Boy out properly?" "Yes Master" "Well see!" said Pablo. "Boy come here." Pablo ordered, walking to the shower rod. Paul got up and went over to him. "Bend and grab the rail.

Well, its me Morgan, again. This story isnt really about st time swinging, but the first time we did it in this fashion. We tried to arrange another party like the first one and thought wed invite new party goers, but it was a boring affair. Most of the couples werent interested in full swapping so the party didnt last all that long. So thats when we decide to spice up things and seeing that all three of us fully enjoyed the first evenings fucking by

For the next week i was too sore to fuck, but Jamal kept me busy. At the bar he would still have me dress like a litle slut. I would either be up on the bar dancing for tips or sucking a cock for bucks. Jamal would allways take the first and let me keep the rest. The saturday after the poker run I was on my knees dressed as a belly dancer infront of jamal sucking his cock.

Life at school was not usually boring, but Friday night rolled around and I found myself sitting in my dorm room with nothing to do. I went onto the computer and saw that my friend Josh was online. I asked him what he was up to, and when he replied that he was doing nothing, I started to formulate a plan... I knew that Joshs best friend and roomate Cory had just broken up with his girlfriend and was apt to be horny...and I had to admit, I was very in need of some male attention. Cory and Josh were very good looking boys, and I decided that if possible, I would fuck at least one of them that night. I put on some tight black pants and a long red sweater, fussed with my

Marsha finally allowed George off the bed after the last explosion in her mouth. As she seductively smiled at her naked prisoner, she asked him softly what the plan was for that day. After all, she reasoned that both she and George would be alone until at least the next night while her husband and his wife were off to a hotel somewhere in the District of Columbia to fuck each others brains out.