We met them several times at a local swing club, and Sam knew he wanted my wife from the first time their eyes met. She has shoulder length blond hair that framed her face, blue eyes that could melt a mans resistance. His own wife, Pat, was a beauty to behold, her face shined and her eyes glowed in the soft blacklight lit room. Both women were built very sim...
Vera was part of my American History 101 study group. A very sturdy girl, she grew up on a farm in Iowa where her family raised beef. She wasn't the least bit bashful and seemed to love to talk about life on the farm. Eventually she'd go into great detail about how rabbits or chickens or cattle mate. She was so candid it made most of the guys uncomfortable b...
Becky said 'make love to me' -- not 'fuck me', not 'screw me', not even 'make me come'. Wasn't that what I wanted in our relationship -- love making? How could I refuse? For some reason, as I stared out the window, I hesitated. She pressed against my back, and, as her warm hand slipped down into my jeans, I wondered if my moral integrity might be regained...
I had talked to Michael so many times before, but that was over a year ago when I was still quite new to on-line chatting. At first, he was polite, friendly, and conservative. After talking to him for several months, our conversations started to become a bit too sexual for me. I began talking to him less and less, and finally refused to speak to him at all,...
As Kala took a break from decorating the Christmas tree in her classroom, she looked outside onto the snow of that late November morning, and embraced the joy from the beginning of the holiday time. She crossed her soft milky white arms, almost as if she was giving herself a hug. She closed her beautiful hazel eyes, and let the spirit of Christmas overtake h...
It didn't last forever. It didn't even last a moment. . Before I could say anything Kelly put the ball gag back in my mouth. She pushed a button on a remote and I was watching a replay of Mercy and Doug on the television.. Kelly went about her business, going in and out of the room, glancing at the television occasionally. I just lay there trying not to thi...
Part 1: Between each round of floggings, just when the sting was becoming unbearable, Louise would pause to caress his ass, seeming to check her handiwork. Each time she rubbed her hand across his ass she gave some sound of approval and a few light spanks. This time she added, "I'm keeping your ass nice and warm. That must feel so good. I know it does to m...
Dear Shoeblossom... I must write you about my tenant, Portia. She seems to have taken over the house...she's 23 and a hellion! I gritted my teeth, kneeling on hands and knees on the kitchen table as Portia's thick razor strop crashed against my tender bottom. She swung again, and it landed once again, and tears spurted out of my clenched lids. Can I be...
Dear Shoeblossom Deuce, my second son is finally beating me at Ping-Pong. The ball flies over my head! When I was a kid the balls were just white, but now they come in neon orange! Deuce looks relieved, I wonder why. Is it because I have always punished him, taking his pants down and spanking him hard with my paddle when I beat him at table tennis...what a...
Lisa had confided in a friend, who'd passed her on to a friend, who knew of a group, one of whose members was David. Eventually, they'd met for coffee. He was older than she, in his late 30s or early 40s. Medium looks, trim build, sandy hair, business-casual dress. She had an impression of self-assurance, but not in any ostentatious way. He seemed more like...