I struggled with what category to place this story in. At first it was going to be Loving Wives, then I considered Gay Male, but as it contains aspects of dominance and submission and bisexuality rather than gay I eventually decided on BDSM. Work with me on this. This first part is mostly setup and introduction. Upcoming parts will get more explicit includin...
"Oh, God, I'm so bored," I thought, as I struggled into the old basic-black sheath dress. The old black bra had gone on first, the old black pantyhose were next. The old plain heels were last. No surprises. Oh, rats, at least one surprise. Run in pantyhose. And I hate garter belts and hose. "Same old dinner, same old party. Same old, same old..." I continu...
Cynthia was a married woman who believed in fidelity, family and marriage. She had all three, but she was bored. She did not want to lose her relationship with her husband or break up her family, but the sexual frustration she felt was making her unhappy. Some days she wished she had the courage to seek satisfaction, but that went against everything she had...
Turning off the alarm, Ann couldn't help but groan, because today was yet another day filled with hours of training for work. Going to her closet She picks out her clothes for the day, white button up... almost hinting at the black lace bra underneath, no panties, black flowing skirt that flirted around her thighs, just below the thigh high silk stockings....
As with the last story, this is not a part of the chronological story of Heather, but is a part of the story. I miss her a lot. ***** I was sitting in a traffic jam on I95. I was on my way home to work. I had gotten off at 3:30 and it was only 9 miles home, but today it was taking forever. It was the weekend, and it was a gorgeous summer day. Most of the t...
It had been a long, dreary week in October; the rainy season was never more depressing, and I 'd had more than enough of cramped confinement. See, it's like...now my job with construction had slowed, I was bored to death. And hey, I'm trying to set this up so you'll know I'm not some freak or something -- cause what I want to tell you, see, it's not like I p...
This is not the first time I've come to this bar after a long week's work and not the first time I've seen this woman here. She seems out of place, a bit older than the regular nouveau professionals, dresses simply, classically, and mostly sits alone in a corner booth drinking something deep amber, no ice. And out of all the flirty young women that litter t...
Stacey felt terrible about being bored. Sean loved this part. He loved meeting new people. He enjoyed flirting with new women. He loved the smiles and the hugs and the sneaky hands on arms or thighs or bare backs. He liked having a drink or two, bullshitting with the husbands and then seducing the wives back to the hotel room. It was hard to believe that s...
I was staring at my sister's friend Foxy. That's not her real name but everybody calls her Foxy because she's gorgeous. She's a small and petite Asian goddess with an adorable little innocent face. She's the kind of girl you want to fuck because she's so innocent. Anyway, I didn't notice the bell rang and I wasn't paying attention to the other students leav...
Author's Note: This is meant to be built as a series of adventures, and I will publish more depending on the feedback. They are intended as standalone chapters, but some things will carry on through all of the series. ******* My wife and I had been married for three years when she met me at the door after a long day at work and told me we needed to sit dow...