Sam's hands shook a little as he read the ad: "I am looking for a single man who wishes to submit to my whims and wishes. I am sometimes imperious, demeaning, demanding and cruel. Other times I am affectionate, seductive and sensual. Whatever my mood is at any moment I will control you. You want this, you have always wanted this. When you read this you say...
Stubby went upstairs, two steps at a time. Oh, the girls laughter was almost worse than the pain in his butt and thighs. Stubby's pants were bunched just under his butt where he'd pulled them up after Mother's spanking. He glanced down at them, ugly plaid pants, but Mother had insisted, as there'd been a sale. When Stubby got inside his bedroom, he shut th...
Author's note: After finding a journal of mine from many years ago, I began to transcribe my more youthful fantasies, infusing them with the embellishment of someone who has learned a little bit more about how the world works (I actually don't know much on how it works, don't take advice from me). Just enjoy what is right in front of you. This is a fictiona...
In 'Pygiaphilia' I introduced my long-ago lover, Alan, and his earliest adventure, going on in 'Semper Figura Chapters 1 and 2' to chronicle his next encounters, resident in his home town in Southern Rhodesia, as it then was, in 1942. Soon after, he came to England, not before learning that his youngest partner, was not pregnant. He served as a navigator in...
I was tired of the big city, I was tired of the little boys who called themselves men. I decided it was time for a change so I packed my car and headed south to country living. I had always lived in the city and it was frustrating and stressful. I wanted nothing more than to just breath, relax and be myself. So I kept driving until the big city lights were...
I wish to thank thewinedarksea for editing this beast. Summary: Fantasy night goes awry. Let me start off by saying my wife Amy and I have been married eight years now. I must admit our love life has been waning, and sex — when and if we have it — is plain vanilla. Our anniversary weekend was coming up. I told her we needed to do something to reignite our...
I was enjoying a lazy day at home when my husband called me up. He asked if I was up to going out to the bar that night, and maybe spending the night. Since both of us had been working an insane amount for the last year almost, I jumped at the chance. Late in the afternoon, I started driving towards the town we were going to spend the night in. I was dress...
Chapter 1: Freudian Slip Dreams are funny things, they take from your experiences, your fears, hopes, desires...oh yes, especially your desires...and mix them up in your sub-conscious, only to spit them out again like a celtic knotwork of images; twisting and turning and looping back into themselves, like rats in a maze, until your brain acclimatizes and ma...
To give you the back ground story, when I first met James, I was working as a Stripper and Go Go dancer in a gentleman's club in town. I eventually moved from Go Go dancer to fully fledged lap dancer, still maintaining my two spots a night striptease. James would pop into the club from time to time and was always on his best behaviour. He would always be pol...
For three or four years, my hubby Steve (now long-time ex) and I had some reasonable success and enjoyment of swapping partners at what were then called 'wife swapping' parties. At first it was quite a thrill to be doing this kind of naughty thing, being the late 1970s, early 1980s, going round to someone's house, throwing car keys into a fruit bowl and so...