I'm a 48-year-old married white woman; I live in a rich neighborhood with my husband and two daughters. I live a life that most women my age would envy, I guess, but up until recently I have not been able to enjoy it. My sex life for one had been lacking to say the least; my husband complains about the weight that I have gained since he married me. He compla...
Jan was a farmer's wife. They had been milking 250 head for 15 years. Her husband worked all the time which had for a long time left him too tired to service her needs. He had bought her a selection of toys as a compromise but she missed the sensation of a hard hot cock inside her. At 48 her libido was growing and each morning after he left she would reach...
Note: This is a mostly true story. I say mostly because memory is a strange thing, and can sometimes play tricks (especially on women in love). It isn't a pretty story, but it might explain a few things. There is a gigantic gulf between what I want, and what I can have. I want CH plain and simple. I have him physically. I have him as a friend. His love I can...
Ch 6 (of 7) -- Women's stinky feet -- at 30,000 ft! Danny Dawson and his three former school pals, all of them eighteen-year-old school leavers with no job or training to go to upon their leaving education and, (would-be) 'career claimants', had duly reported to the location of their placements, as assigned to them by their local Job Centre. * The recen...
A real conversation between two cyber lovers who have never met. Joe (10/28/2009 7:49:35 AM): what did u decide to wear under your work clothes for me amy (10/28/2009 8:15:15 AM): The blue lace panties that I sent a picture of to you once.....just a cami..no bra joe (10/28/2009 8:24:36 AM): i like that. what clothes are u wearing? amy (10/28/2009 8:30:36...
Portland is a great town. In fact, I used to live there until I was pushed out of my job for reasons I didn't understand at the time. More about that later. Anyway, I live in San Francisco now, and one day my boss told me to get packed and head for Portland. One of our top clients needed some serious hand-holding. So I flew north expecting anything up to a...
“Shit,” Marti muttered under her breath, seeing the flashing blue lights in her rearview mirror. She’d checked her speed when she saw the squad car, 48 was too fast for this street, but didn’t think he’d pull her over. She steered to the curb and stopped, hoping he’d go past, but he didn’t. The lights pulled in right behind her. Marti turned off the car and...
Preamble: Yep it's been too long since I last wrote, but I have had someone e-mail me and inspire me to write again. I hope this captures the spirit of my previous master/sub slut stories... I intend it to be just as dirty. My stories are written about me, a dirty minded Master, and very willing submissive sluts, who find ultimate satisfaction in giving up...
Last thanksgiving my wife and I spent the holiday with her family. My father-in-law is an accountant and a very proud chess player. He regularly challenges anybody at the house and takes pleasure in reminding us all he has placed in some tournaments and has been undefeated at family gatherings for years. I have always avoided playing him to the point where e...
My wife Patty and I are addicted to texting each other. Although both of us have access to e-mail -- me at work and Patty at home -- it's a lot more efficient to force ourselves to keep our messages to 160 characters. And, while I have to be careful about sending and receiving suggestive e-mails from my office computer, we don't have that problem texting bac...