James owed me, specifically he owed me one whole day of unquestioning obedience with absolutely no limits on my part. Naturally, in between, he tied me up and I really suffered for teaching him how to tease me so effectively when I had been a schoolgirl. He also tortured me with his tongue until I promised to teach him how to use my vibrators to the best eff...
This is a story about crossdressing and bi sexual experience involving male on male contact. If you don't enjoy this kind of story, why would you read it. The following weekend I was once again in drag, but this time my wife was wearing a very similar outfit in white. She looked stunning as we knocked on the door to our friend's house. Short skirts, tigh...
Seven Cal gets her turn I slid my hand between us, moving it slowly from her waist to her breast. It felt both soft and firm as my fingers wrapped around it and my thumb brushed over her nipple. I slid my other hand from around her neck and ease back to let that take the other breast and nipple. I played with her nipples as she relaxed onto her back and I...
It was late Thursday afternoon and I was standing at the front of the "Standby" line and I was certain to get a seat. I was beat. I was dressed in a sweat shirt, jeans and a baseball hat. I had been working straight since 7:00AM with only a bagel to hold me. I was starved. But I had finished a day early and that was a good thing. I was headed back to Orange...
Mary closed the bathroom door behind her and slipped the catch over. Alone at last, she leant against the wall and took several deep breaths. She looked in the mirror. "Not bad", she thought, "for a 45 year old. Probably a little plumper than need to be but pleasantly rounded with bumps in the right places." It was a few minutes ago that her husband Peter,...
Helen Benson was a slut - she would be the first to admit that small detail. Even from her tender teenage years, as soon as she had discovered how well her body reacted to being touched, she couldn't keep her hands away from herself. She had developed early. Her body swelled in all the right places and she quickly discovered that her blossoming breasts were...
I wake up on my birthday and stretch, long and languorously. Looking over to the other side of the bed I find it empty, but a note lies on the pillow. I pick it up and read, 'I am taking you out somewhere special tonight. Wear something sexy-and something even sexier underneath! The car will pick you up at 8pm.' I spend the day pampering myself-soaking in a...
I'd seen snow before. I grew up in Utah, for hell's sake. Snow was nothing new to me. But the scene outside my window was astounding. Almost eighteen inches had fallen since mid day. Trees and shrubs were hunched and straining with the burden, sidewalks were a laughable memory. Even the cars parked street side were nearly unidentifiable lumps. I was in a lit...
"So, Kassim, you mean to tell me that you're an illegal immigrant?" Zara Desmarais said softly, and the young tomboy looked anxiously at the young man who sat opposite her. Inside the crowded Eaton Shopping Center food court in downtown Toronto, thousands of people milled about, embarking on lengthy shopping sprees. Once upon a time, Zara Desmarais, a small-...
Not too far from my shotgun double on Julia Street was an old-fashioned diner, which catered mostly to the mechanics and dock workers on the nearby wharves: Quick Vic's, seven to seven, seven days a week, blue plate specials, lots of lard and gallons of coffee. Containerization eventually put the longshoremen out of work and Vic out of business. But during t...