The first question of a new day, perhaps, a special day, was – what do I wear? For nearly two hours I sorted through the closet after my shower, trying this and that on until I made my choice. It was a short sleeved, knee length, white dress, buttoned down the front, with a flared
Monday was great. We had a lovely time in the afternoon, spreading out our duvets on the floor to get more room for our activities. In the evening, we did the same thing. Tuesday afternoon almost ended in catastrophe, when mom came home unexpectedly. We barely managed to get dressed before she came up to
Gillian clutched the cold tabletop and lay there, sobbing. Her ass ached, and her body throbbed with the pain of the abuses she’d suffered. Desperately, she raised her head and tried to see if there was some way out of the room, but there was only the one door and she knew that it would
“Yes, it’s a weekend training scheme.” “For me, Mr. Pincher?” Gillian Smith gasped, peering at her boss a little suspiciously through her glasses. “Why me?” “We decided that you were, uh, you were, ready for new ideas,” Joe finished lamely, looking out the open window. “Some people have their eyes on you, you know, and
I am nervously making my first-time post about myself, my wife and my situation. I’m not sure how well this will be accepted by the group and readers. It is not extremely kinky; it is just plain my wife loves to fool around and I get turned on knowing some other man is getting to
At a few minutes to five, Michael switched off the computer on his desk. It had been a dull day, and he’d passed the time surfing the web, especially the porn sites. He’d found a picture series of a couple having sex in an elevator, and for some reason that had really turned him on.
Allison was a pretty girl, a young newlywed enjoying herself at my party with her uncouth husband. I had hired her as a receptionist just two months before. She was a natural: a woman with a pleasant phone voice, a good personality that worked well with others and who was always bright and cheerful. Sure,
In her diary, she wrote: I’ve been thinking a lot about kinkiness and perversion lately. What’s normal? What’s just kinky, and what is out-and-out perverted? Normal people, I guess, like simple, normal sex. Man-woman vaginal intercourse stuff, with a little oral thrown in for variety. Kinky people like their sex with a twist, maybe with
Susan and Nancy were best friends, but that had only happened recently. The immediate turn of events was so incredible that sometimes Susan couldn’t really believe them herself. So that is why she kept thinking back to the earthquake of a day when she met Nancy. It had all started months ago when Susan, who
I was in a car accident a year back. I’m happily married with a 2 year old baby son. I’I’m 29 years old and as a result of my accident have been bound to a wheel chair for the past year or so. Not only did the accident put me in a wheel chair, but
It was an afternoon in July, I was about three months short of my eighteenth birthday. I was practicing one on one basketball with my sister Debbie, who would be nineteen in September. Debbie is going into grade ten, while I am going into grade eleven at our school. Debbie is on the basketball team,
I slept beside her bed that night, a sleepless night, racked by jealously and shame. Verity, however, slept soundly until almost lunchtime, and, when she awoke, demanded that I lick the last evidence of Harvey from her pussy. When I finished, she sat on the edge of the bed looking down at me as I
Cultivating a target takes time. Months of planning, surveillance, endless details. They say the hunt is better than the catch, they haven’t seen my catches. My current target was Sandi, the first test of a revised approach to my little hobby. She’s a little older – mid 50s – which brought significant advantages. No kids
The wind blowing through the trees surrounding the huge log structure and outbuildings. The cold needles of rain, knifing into all sitting near the door as it opens into the great room of the Inn. Feeling a shiver as the cool air caresses the thin material of my skirt as I wend my way through
Living in a college town, I’ve learned there’s always plenty of eye candy, but also a general lack of experience to go with those young hard bodies. However, there’s nothing I enjoy more than a young girl that seems so innocent until you’ve pulled their panties off, and then realize you’ve unleashed a monster. It