In the sterile halls of St. Michael’s Hospital, the air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and the distant hum of machinery. Dr. Alexander Hartley, a renowned urologist with chiseled features and a commanding presence, was known for his professionalism and dedication to his work. Today, however, his attention was not on the chart
I was eight years old, my cousin Kelly was seventeen, as was her boyfriend Darcy. I was visiting Kelly and her family at their summer cottage near Penticton, a small vacation community in the Okanagan Valley. We had finished dinner and Kelly and Darcy were going for a walk down to the lake. They wanted
Kelly was my fiancée of three months, although we had been going out for nearly three years. We were going through a rough time trying to map our what exactly we wanted from our marriage and the sex rules part was getting tricky. Many of our friends were quite open with their marriages, often inviting
” I rather think I need a drink after all that” said Robin “but first I’m going to choose a new rubber bathing cap for you to wear in preparation for our next bout of love making.” With that he went to the box of caps and with Lucy leaning on him and looking over
Marcie and her mother walked out of the boutique, and Marcie could feel the butt plug moving inside of her ass as she walked. It pushed further up inside of her when she sat in the car, and she could feel it move as they drove to see the doctor. Janice told her, “Before I
Dark gray french lace panties. Cotton. Easily my favorite pair. I shook my head in disbelief once more and lay back, happily fisting them around my cock. I lay on my bed quite content with an arm behind my head and my boxers around my knees, again reliving what had happened to me. It was
I had a friend (we will call her Mary) that I saw regularly for a while. We admitted to ourselves that the relationship was only sexual and would not go anywhere, so it freed us any pretenses. I introduced her to foot sex, which she seemed to enjoy. I have always been amazed (and grateful)
So our story begins when my parents leave me in charge of babysitting my sister who is 3 years younger then me and is currently 18 years old. my mom said she didnt care what we did as long as we went by my rules. so my parents left friday morning. me and my sister
Cherry Adams was a wiry attractive redhead who needed a new pair of shoes. She owned over three hundred and fifty pairs, a mere pittance according to her. However, she was missing a pair that matched the color red of the new dress her boyfriend insisted she buy. “Cherry, you have red shoes,” he informed
She came into his shoe store a few minutes before closing time. It had been a tough day and he was tired. He was about to snap at her, something cold and impersonal like, “Lady, the store closes in 5 minutes.” But there was a way she walked that caught his attention and made him
It began at dinner. The humor and banter of table conversation was punctuated by her meaningful glances and significant smiles. She wove her emotional cocoon around his mind slowly and carefully, channeling the conversation in the direction she sought, teasing and seducing him with voice as well as words. It progressed with a back rub.
Colleen lit the birthday candles on her husband’s cake and turned out the dinning room light. She loved surprising her husband and this being his thirty-fifth birthday wasn’t any different. She baked his favorite, chocolate frosting over chocolate. “Paul. Are you coming?” “Honey. I’ll be there in just a moment.” Paul walked into the dinning
We just published a new book, called A Shameful Obsession (61 pages in print). It’s about the middle-aged headmaster of a village school who becomes obsessed by his new neighbour. There is plenty of voyeurism and fetish & power play in it. Dennis Hobson is the well-respected headmaster of the village school. Already in his
Cassie moved closer to John on the couch as they watched a movie they had rented. Unconsciously, he put his arm around her shoulders, not taking his eyes from the action on the screen. Having grown bored some minutes earlier, Cassie had decided to take control of the situation and get John’s mind away from
If I had been a dedicated trail hiker before, now I was there every chance I got. My pussy would cream at the idea of being opened up with my watcher’s 9 inch cock. On the trail, when I found a private place to let my flow go, I would now strip completly naked, it