The Type ⚜ Part 22: If I Were a Bad Man

"Lyrou finds how differently anything can look under a change of lighting."

Evening Friday, February 14th, 2025Lyrou arrived in Reine’s living room with flowers, given the date, and Cognac to take the edge off the pain. Lyrou was upset to see Reine in face bandages, taking care of her toddler. “Ma merde!...

Jan’s Little Sister: Part 5

"Nicky can't stop obsessing over these new feelings toward her brother-in-law."

Chapter 11: Nicky Returns HomeWhile Rick and Jan struggled to sort out their feelings about Nicky seducing Rick, Nicky was going through much of the same on her way home.Needing to get back home, Nicky rushed out of Jan's hospital...

Walk

"The freedom of first realising you're kinky"

I was still coming when I got dressedLeggings pulled up over my steamy wet cunt, and my hot heavy breasts encased, straining, wanting to be freeBleary eyed, out of breath, I unlocked the door and the early morning breeze carried...

Lost Lamb’s Little Red Journal 3; Bisexual Urges

"My journey to sexual discovery began long before anyone discovered me, in a little red journal."

The first woman I ever found attractive was Catherine Zeta Jones and that crush has stood the test of time. Although I never copied it down in my journal, I remember watching The Haunting released 1999 in our exercise room....

Lost Lamb’s Little Red Journal 2:Masturbation and Nudity

"My little red journal reminds me how I used to dance naked and pleasure myself."

3/26/---- lying naked on the floor in my room listening to “I’ll Be Your Inspiration.” dancing in front of the window that work to me as a mirror.  Screw clothesWithout any real relationships, I was constrained to my own sensuality and imagination.  At a certain point in my life, I began staying up or getting up again late at night to dance naked in my room to a stereo turned quiet enough so that I was the only one in the house to hear it. I would listen to techno music and gyrate...

Lost Lamb’s Little Red Journal 1

"My journey to sexual discovery began long before anyone discovered me, in a little red journal."

I know when I had my first wet dream. That was when my journal transformed from occasional scribbles to compact cursive handwriting. The spine of the simple book broke from overuse. It is hard looking through the contents to find...