Kelli walked in right on time. She had always been prompt from the day I first started shooting her almost 20 years ago when she stumbled into my studio in the French quarter and asked for some head shots for her portfolio. "I'm an actress," she said. "Or at least I wannabe. I need something really professional that I can show agents in New York. Can you d...
6: Pussy galore. For some reason, the final session of the week with all four of us together was to take place at my bungalow. Which wasn't the original plan at all. But, well, things, you know, kind of just ended up happening this way. The distractions of the day had passed and the evening belonged to just our little gang of insatiable sexpots. We had arr...
Thanks again to my wonderful editor, Tangentjoker! ***** In the end, Steve (or Len as I had known him until just a few minutes before) showered together. Unlike with Tim, I wasn't nervous or self-conscious at all. Of course, when I showered with Tim it was right after he had violated my backside and I was pretty angry at him. The hotel was super nice and t...
"As you have been good today my slave, only one minor infringement, for which you were caned for, I have decided to give you some R & R for tonight." I could sense that you were pleased by that, having worked hard doing my bidding all day, scrubbing and cleaning, and you knew that you deserved the cane when you dropped and broke that glass. "However, you wil...
[This story follows closely an account I heard as a young man in 1969, from a technical school in northern England, and which has fired my imagination ever since.] * It was a new school for David and he'd been there only for two terms when the year came to an end. He was 18 years old and had attended four schools in the previous five years because his fat...
Playing the host, I take coats and welcome old friends, my wife is still dressing. My thoughts are of the two of us coming through this door last week. Me lowering the zipper on her dress as I close the door. Her opening my slacks and stripping me of pants, boxers, shoes and socks while her dress settles to the floor. Turning when I hear the door open, my m...
My wife's control over me insures that I have no secrets from her no matter how depraved my hidden desires. This is the third in a series in which I confess my past experiences as a panty thieving college cross dresser. I have changed some of the names, but the rest of the confessions are, sadly, true. Please read the first two installments for context. *...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence....
I was ready for whatever punishment Doña Francisca had in store for me. But I thought I should prepare as if Sergio was coming, even though it seemed he wasn't. There was something about the older woman that made me eager to look my best, anyway. I took infinite care over my hair and make-up, then had a good look at myself in the mirror, turning this way an...
Sometimes you never know when things work out. There I was in a bar in Sydney on a Monday after a committee meeting debriefing about the day's events. We had had a few drinks, when I heard a woman with an American accent at the bar order a drink. She was sitting by herself. I guessed she was in her sixties, but certainly well dressed and well-presented overa...