Anjali was a c***d psychiatrist living in a posh area in Mumbai along with her live-in partner Amit. They weren’t married but in a live in relationship almost like any other couple. Her patients were usually teenagers who were involved in crime and she worked in a government hospital by day dealing with juveniles and then spent her evening in her own clinic at home, dealing with c***dren brought in by anxious parents so her evenings were usually turned into counseling sessions. She was in clinic when she was visited by Mrs. Sharma who was accompanied by her son. He was scowling and looking away and Anjali made them sit. Mrs. Sharma: I wanted counseling sessions for my son…he-err-he recently broke up with his girlfriend and attempted suicide twice. And Mrs. Sharma started crying. Anjali assured Mrs. Sharma that she will do her best to bring back the positivity in Rohan and get his life back on track. The day went dull as Rohan did not speak much. Anjali was disappointed and she wondered whether Rohan will turn out to be her first defeat in the field of psychiatry. She was going to call it a day when she noticed that Rohan was ogling at her breasts. She frowned and thought over it. Anjali: Let’s get one thing straight. Rohan did not respond but as it was how he had dealt with her all say Anjali continued. Anjali: I am a doctor for you and I want to help you Rohan. If you do not reply then how can I help? I know that girlfriend problem is something you cannot discuss freely …
Ladyboy Memories
I must admit that I went kinda far with "artistic license" on a few of my personal stories. i really was a skinny, pretty lil ladyboy whore when I was, um1…young3 My little titties looked very big on my skinny little body too. It's my fondest memory. I was beautiful. Yes, I did a lot of prostitution too. My step f-ther made it possible by using estrogen cream on me because he wanted a fuck toy. He was a sick, selfish fuck. He taught me to suck dick, he trained my ass pussy and I continued training my ass and using the estrogen on my own. I did a few neighbor men and they gave me money and gifts like weed, liquor, jewlry. The neighborhood boys didn't have much to offer except for weed and cool knives and stuff but I would do them free sometimes. Everyone kept it secret because they weren't "faggots" but they kept coming back for more of me. 😉 Yes there was a club where they'd let me in to service the old pervs who wanted a cute little titty boy. They got most of the money though so I had to beg my clients for extra money and gifts. I went to their private homes when their wives and k!ds weren't home, I did some private parties and they made me do really gross disgusting things. I was so foolish putting myself in danger because any one of them could have strangled me and dumped me somewhere but I was careful to get doctors, lawyers, engineers, all educated professional men. Yes I did have an old army foot locker that I painted blue where I kept my dr*gs, money, liquor and …
The Repression of Truth in Erotica
There is a creeping attempt to sanctify the truth in sexual literature in the name of social good. I see it here and in other adult literature boards. It is not the fault of the editors as they try to balance freedom of expression with staying off the censors hate system. Please do not confuse this discussion with the matter of child porn in videos or on line. Here I am talking about the loss of being able to accurately portray stories in words based on real life incidents or fantasies. This is not a promotion of child exploitation. Society would have you think that young people wait until they are of legal age before they pull down their pants and explore the fun parts of their bodies. In truth, the University of Michigan Health System found that children discover their genital parts by age 6 months for boys and 11 months for girls. In fact most children play with their genitals fairly regularly by age 5-6, both boys and girls. (University of Michigan Health Service, web address umich.ed/yourchild/topics/masturbation). Ultra sound evidence indicates boys at least may actually play with themselves in the womb. Playing Doctor and other childhood games are a normal part of development. They do not represent a perversion on the youngster’s part, just human sexual development. By the time society deems it proper for us to discuss consensual sex with minors (age 16 in most areas), 40% of kids have already had sex. I myself was X years old when the neighborhood slut, who was X+ …
Randy boy
Hi my name is Freddy and this is my story. As a young lad I was always interested in older women, losing my cherry at 14 yrs old to one of mums friends and getting blow jobs from some senior girls at school, some of mums friends where real hot and so sexy, I would try and get a good look at them and always made sure they knew I was looking, that usually made their nipples hard, 1 of her dearest friends Kathleen lived next door, she had 2 girls Sally-Jane and Margaret also a boy called John, we all went to the same school and I played soccer with John at the local club, I had been feeling unwell for a few days and mum took me to the doctors, Dr Saunders was a real hot fox, big tits cute arse and a figure that made your pulse rush, I always seemed to get a good eyeful when she bent over and usually got a good hard on as well, the doctor said I had a bug and advised mum to keep me off school for at least a week, so I didn’t get worse and none of the other k**s got it as well, mum worked 4 days a week in the local charity shop and phoned in and explained I was off sick, she was told she had to come in on Thursday as no one could cover the shift, mum went next door to Kathleen who said if I came around as mum left she would keep a eye on me, all day and I could stay in John’s bed so I could rest. On the Thursday morning as Sally-Jane, Margaret and Jon went to school, mum took me next door and I went and laid in John’s room, as I said goodbye I rested and done some school work, …
Family Moves Forward Part 5
CHAPTER 10 Well mom was right. We no sooner finished fucking when the doorbell rang. “Who the fuck could that be?” Mom said as she crawled off of my wilting cock. She pulled her summer dress on over her head and headed for the front door. “I’ll get dressed.” I said. “No you don’t have to do that. This is your home, and I’m not going to let anyone in.” She went into the living room and opened the front door. “Mom!. I thought you just called.” “I did, honey, why didn’t you pick up?” “I was busy. I was going to call you back.” “Well I called from the car, I was in the neighborhood and thought I would drop buy. I don’t hear from you,” she said as she walked into the family room, where I was hopping around trying to pull my pants up over my wet cock. “Oh, what’s going on here?” “Nothing Grandma. How are you?” “I’m fine. I was just going to talk to your mother about Sarah. Your Grandmother Wilson called and told me that she came over for a visit.” “A visit Mom?” mom said. “Come on really?” “Well a bit more than a visit,” she said putting her purse down on the coffee table. “Are you going to offer me some tea or coffee?” “Plum out,” mom said. “Really? No tea?” “Okay, Stevie get your grandmother some hot tea. The tea bags are in the canister.” Then she directed my grandmother to sit. “So you’ve been talking to Dave’s mother?” “Yes, and such an idea, no sex except only to have babies?” “That’s what she wanted.” “And you sent her to the Wilson's for advice, and not to me?” “Actually it …
My Way of Doing Things
I need to tell this all to someone. So, I’ll just start: I am thirteen and two months, my name is Francine, or just Fran. I’m in the eighth grade and I am “sexually active” as they might say on Dr. Phil. I live with Father. Mother died four months ago of cancer. It was really bad – ugly – I hate everything in the world to do with cancer. And I think a lot of bad doctors are making big money off of it without really trying to do anything to cure it or keep it from happening. I am 5 feet tall, and I weigh 97 pounds butt naked. Father told me about this site, because I asked him some questions about sex, and I have read a lot of stories. I got real depressed after Mother left us and my therapist recommended masturbation for some reason. Well, I watch some of the videos and get off, but it is the stories that I like the best because my imagination in picturing the events is better than videos. Father is pretty sharp about some things, I guess. So I got an account and decided to tell my story. After Mother died, I leaned on Father pretty hard. I would sneak into his bed after he went to sleep, just so I could have him near. In the mornings, he would hold me and tell me that it was all right if I did this and that he understood. I liked the being held part best of all. More and more, I would ask if I could start out the night sleeping beside him. He let me. Over time, maybe a month or so, I would cuddle right up against him as though I were cold. One night however, it all …
Nympho Mom
### More free sex stories here – No sign up required ### http://colcionero.eadulthost.com Tiffany Dawson stepped into the therapist's office of a walk-in clinic on a rainy Monday afternoon after work. She'd made sure her son Michael knew dinner was wanting for him in the oven and that'd she'd be home by six o' clock. Tiffany was a tiny woman, just over five feet tall, but she had a curvy build. Men and women alike often complimented her on her generous breasts, slender midsection and thick thighs. Tiffany's long, dark hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. A few tendrils had escaped and they gently caressed her smooth shoulders. Tiffany's honey brown skin shone in the room's light. She wore a snug, white tank top with an obscenely short denim skirt. As a final touch, she wore gold, four-inch heels that gave her calves a sexy look as this was her 'clean' look after having fucked another random John-Doe that wasn't her husband not that her husband cared. He was never around since Michael's, working at the office because making money was more important than his family. He'd missed many of Michael's important moments in life as a man; the sex talk, his first girlfriend, and so many of his basketball games. It had become so commonplace for the husband and father not to be there that she along with Michael weren't even banking on him coming to his son's high school graduation. But her husband's constant absence wasn't why she was sleeping around. Tiffany was sick—sick with …
The Challenge 6: Making Amends
Author’s note: Like the other Challenge stories, it is a stand-alone story and takes place in the same year as the other ones. The bulk of this story starts in February. There aren’t any cameos from previous chapters in this one, aside from Bob and the Bahamas. The Challenge 6: Making Amends Chapter 1 “Bob? You wanted to see me?” Janet, Bob’s executive assistant knocked on the huge double doors of his office. He surprised her by opening the door, smiling, waving her in. “Yes!” Bob was rarely in the office anymore these days. His age and the fact he was a multi-millionaire who dabbled in side projects, kept him at home mostly. What work he did do, Janet helped, organizing his meetings, phone calls, paperwork and so on. The 52-year-old, dark red haired, beauty entered his office, taking her seat across from his desk. “So? What can I do for you?” Janet asked. “Mmm, Janet. I love it when you ask that,” Bob moaned. “I can’t tell you how many erections you’ve given me over the years.” “That’s very sweet of you Bob,” Janet ignored her boss’s sexual forwardness. She’s worked for his company for over 20 years, fully aware that Bob knew of her wild exploits with clients and other employees. Janet had calmed down in recent years, maturing even, to focus on her husband, Harvey. She purposefully requested a demotion to secretary in order to remove herself from an environment where she could easily sleep with every coworker, client, or model at the various magazines the company published. …
The Kid Killer Tapes # 1 Shelly
WARNING– this is a story of underage sex, it involves a prepubescent girl who is 10 years old. It contains graphic depictions of a child being fucked. If this story is likely to offend you, it is best if you refrain from reading it. If you are reading for the purpose of being insulted by the material do not read it – that is a terrible reason to read a story. If you are curious but afraid, you will be offended, then, I would suggest you not read it. If you are reading it to post what a terrible person I am for writing this trash – well then maybe it is good therapy for you, read on, McDuff, read on. I am very aware this is offensive – this is why it is posted in extreme – because – it is extreme. This is the first story in a series of stories. Consider yourself warned and ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK. The Kid Killer Tapes # 1 Shelly By Millie Dynamite She watched him carefully as he pulled up on the chains, testing them. The table did not even move, he looked down under the table it was bolted to the floor. Returning to a normal sitting position he looked over at her. She could feel how cold his stare was. Even so, it burned into her. There was so much hate so much anger. “Well, I have to be here what do you want?” The orange jumpsuit did little to conceal how big a man he was. Well over six feet his bulging muscles strained against the bright cloth. Invariably he ground his teeth and clenched his jaw. The big mans muscles flexed as he continually shifted how he was sitting in …
Alice in Thunderland
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Alice in Thunderland is a nerdy, sci-fi, fantasy, bdsm, romance. If you are not nerdy or into sci-fi fantasy, you can skim through the first half and go directly to the playroom scene. The BDSM is traditional and timeless. It involves all aspects – BD, DS, & SM. There is some erotic pain, but it is relatively mild. If, on the other hand, you are nerdy and into sci-fi fantasy romance, but not into BDSM, you can read the first portion, skim through the playroom scene and get to the end where Alice saves the world and lives happily ever after with her prince charming… or in this case, a Star Commander. If, however, you are nerdy, into sci-fi fantasy romance and BDSM then I heartily recommend that you take a leisurely read through all 14K words of Alice’s adventures in Thunderland. And before anyone asks, “No, I have no idea where to get the helmet.” WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading …