Don and I are both in our early 40s. Whe have been married for almost 20 years and although we have the odd disagreement I wouldn't change a thing. My name is Charlotte and we have been living in this house for the last 15 years. My husband works in a steel foundry, and I work as a waitress in a restaurant. We have a core group of friends we have known for m...
Chapter 72 The 3rd Meeting of the Club "God, you didn't say there'd be so many people here," Val's sister Heather said as she sat down tentatively in the plush chair. Val reached over and patted her thigh. "There will only be about 15 or 20, and they're all women, Heather, so relax." Val looked around the room at the chairs and sofas ringing the stage....
Author's note: For some reason, there aren't a lot of BBW creampie stories. If you don't like this sort of thing, this probably isn't the sort of thing you'll like. I was polishing my boots when the call came. That's not a euphemism – I mean, I was literally polishing my uniform footgear, with black wax and a rag. Usually people have an enchantment to keep...
The big day was approaching and I had been flirting and teasing you for days...a soft kiss behind your ear when you weren't watching, grazing my hand down your leg while we were having dinner with friends. I could tell I was already doing my job. You had that look in your eye. The more I played with you, the more that sparkle intensified. I wanted so badly...
Chapter 9: The Kitchen After working in La Contessa's service for several months I've become accepted as part of her household. My days are a mixture of serving my mistress in whatever sex games she decides to use me for and a variety of domestic tasks. Whenever the mood takes her, she will summon me to her boudoir to serve her. She enjoys administering co...
My young lover and I immortalise our affair being photographed. * "I am so sorry Cat," he said unnecessarily and rather annoyingly. "There's no need to be, it had to happen, we both knew that." Julian had just told me that he was getting married. I had known, of course, ever since we had started our crazy affair that it was on the cards. After all, that...
Our wedding day was fast approaching, just a month away but we had almost everything taken care of. Mandy and I decided to celebrate one of the rare nights that we both finished work early by going out to eat. We got to the restaurant and it was packed, but we found two seats at the corner of the bar. It was late July, and we had both been working out a t...
I was so nervous. I only agreed to the boudoir photography to please my husband of 20 years. But today was the day, and now was the time. The photographer seemed nice enough. He spoke gently and slowly, and reminded me that I was in charge today. We wouldn't take any pics that I was uncomfortable with. I told him I appreciated that very much, and with that...
In the 80s and early 90s boudoir photos were the rage; women of all shapes and sizes were spackling on a dollop of makeup, squeezing into their sexiest black lace teddies and heading to Glamour Shots, hoping to recapture that spark or maybe create a little fire in the bedroom. Lying in bed one night my husband asked me if I had ever thought about posing for...
(a sequel to Debra's Anniversary) "Finally," thought Debra Barone, to herself, as her incredibly irritating; perpetually meddlesome; mother-in-law Marie closed the door behind her. She had just paid Debra her "middle -of-the-morning" visit...to be followed by her "mid-day" visit; her "mid-afternoon" visit , and any other uninvited intrusions she deemed ne...