His eyes were as wide as he knew his anus would be soon. Charles Hampshire was wearing his very own ruffle-butt panties, socking , high heeled shoes with a lovely little bra his wife had been given for her birthday, and a long brown wig perfectly fitted to stay on tight. He was suspended over his living room floor by his ankles, neck, wrists, and his nipple...
I've lived a pretty traditional life. I went to college where I met and married my husband. He had a good job with a financial institution for many years and became wealthy. At first I stayed home with our two sons and when they started school, I went to work as a teacher. We had friends, an active social life, and were involved in several civic clubs. Even...
Patteran (1 of 3): The Black Comely The three Marys had been dead for decades, and Sara was the only one left from that small group in the south of France. She had floated down the Agiqua on her skirt, and had spent the last fifty years at the foot of Bays Mountain, feeding on the animals and a stray tourist or three. The scientists were a tricky enemy to d...
Chapter 1 Since my wife left me, I’ve taken to having a few of an afternoon, so I stopped in at the Eternity on Queen Street West for a drink. It’s one of the last good “conversation bars” left in Toronto. I like a nice quiet place to have a sip. Like all the other musicians I know, I hate the canned music in most bars. It seems designed to interfere with m...
"I don't need this." I tossed the photo back on the desk and she picked it up studying it for a few seconds. "Oh yeah, looked her up on the net and found this headshot. You know, if you print a picture on good enough paper, it almost passes for the real thing. I only use the best glossy paper for my inkjet; what about you?" Ms. Frakkes smiled sweetly foldin...
One of my New Year's Resolutions is that I want a Black male lover. After dating mostly White guys and Arab guys, I'm ready for something different and it doesn't get more different than a Black man. Kind of easy to acquire one in this day and age, but I yearn for something really special. A smart and sexy brother, not just a dick on two legs. Still, I'd lik...
[Author's Note: All characters in this story are over 18 years old.] ***** After Jeff had gone, Crystal and Bill decided to stay naked, poured themselves a couple glasses of wine, went out back, and slipped into their hot tub. The wine and the hot bubbling water were both very relaxing, and both of them stretched out, lay their heads back, and closed t...
I was in a vanilla marriage. I know that now although looking back on it, at the time I never even knew what that term meant. I do now but luckily, things have changed so much in that respect over the 12 months since. The following series of stories is my recollection of how I have been transformed in to a typically tame of often dull suburban wife, into a w...
I rose extra early Friday morning hoping to get ready in good time, but Ruth had already seized the bathroom and seemingly set up a permanent camp in there. After waiting in vain for the better part of an hour I succumbed to inevitability and settled for doing my morning routine in the small crummy guest-bathroom downstairs. You know, the one where the water...
This is the fourth in a series of stories about the sexual awakening of a young couple, Beth and Rich series. It isn't essential to read the prior stories but some of this one will make a bit more sense if you have read the others, especially the first one posted. When Rich stepped out of the secure area at SFO his vivacious red-haired wife was waiting for...