Summary: A lonely bi-curious MILF falls for an on-line teen Mistress. Note 1: This is a long story...so patience is a virtue. Note 2: This story is also an ode to one of my favourite fetishes, well okay definitely my favourite fetish, silk stockings. Note 3: This story is dedicated to Maureen who suggested the idea, is also a stocking lover, and is the...
I wanted to go shopping for something special, So I visited a small boutique I won't say where , somewhere I've never been to before. I browsed the racks and other displays, and selected several appealing items. I found a very sexy matching sheer bra, thong, and suspender belt, black silk stockings, 4-inch black heels with ankle straps, a sexy light blouse t...
'Take your hand and lift your skirt just a little higher, there's a good girl.' Megan sat back to watch me, smiling when she saw me hesitate and blush. 'You told me you wanted to be controlled, made to do things, just surrender to me and do what I tell you, Josie.' I took a deep breath feeling tingles of anticipation, lust and embarrassment running through...
It was incredible to feel it against her. The warm smooth presence against the top of her thigh made her ache inside. The warm, smooth shaft was a powerful distraction. The head, however, that massive, swollen head, truly boggled the mind. She felt it almost throbbing with heat and was confident that soon, it would start to moisten with escaping pre-cum. A m...
I still had almost a week left with the lovely Kathy, to whom my Mistress, Susana had loaned me, and I was determined to make the most of it. I was missing my Mistress, certainly -- my love for her was something very special, dating back to when she had rescued me from a life of abject misery with my husband. I didn't even want to think about those times....
I straightened my skirt and checked my makeup in the mirror before going to answer the knock on the door. Waiting patiently on the other side of the door stood a woman I had been getting to know as a surprise for Derek. Katy and I had met for coffee earlier in the week and I wanted to bring her to the house to have a more...intimate... discussion. Greeting...
Another bottle of wine was opened and poured. There could be no doubt now that the atmosphere in the room had changed. There seemed to be some form of electrical charge in the air that affected the eyes and hands and limbs of the women. It caused their fingers to seek the comforting touch of other skin besides their own and their eyes to look more deeply int...
Purity, the punk-pop princess beloved of the tabloids for her raunchy, in-your-face persona coupled with sweet, sugary songs, plus her willingness to display her luscious body and smouldering sensuality in steamy videos, was on her knees satisfying her record label head. She worked the man's cock with expert skill, moaning in genuine pleasure at the feel of...
Breathing hard coming to the office from the underground, I straighten my short turquoise summer dress as I sit down on my chair, next to my colleagues. Pressing my flesh colored stocking clad knees together; I slip a hand between my legs to my smooth naked thighs. Decorum prohibits me to slip a finger into my naked, wet pussy. My reflection and that of my t...
Lying in bed one morning I thought about my story Bridge The Gap and wondered what it would be like if the supplicant was a girl. I've altered the story to fit and decided to publish it. If lesbianism isn't your thing then please pass it by. Just a little addition. ***** It was Wednesday and Joan Hughes was closing up the library. As the chief librarian...