Jean squeezed C's hand and he immediately squeezed back. It was a trick their therapist Dr. Frost taught them. In keeping with the spirit of their marriage only Jean could initiate it. C, however, had veto authority. If he didn't squeeze back it meant he wasn't on board. Jean was not to question why but to stop. Dr. Frost described it as a nonverbal safe wor...
Sunday we took a long drive down through the Southerntier. I had selected a white bodysuit for her to wear along with a short wrap skirt that was easily removed (and was rarely on). The bodysuit molded itself to her contours quite nicely displaying her shape well and doing very little to conceal the form of her nipples. The legs were high cut and the snugnes...
Author's note This story takes place during season 3 of Buffy when both the characters and actresses were over 18. *** Faith's POV Man, what a waste of a perfectly good night. There are barely any vamps in this town, what am I even still doing here? Ok, stupid question, I know why I'm still here, but it's a total waste of time cause I know she ain't goin...
[My stories get abuse from people who think that a story about a loving wife who likes to humiliate and hurt her willing husband should not be put in the Loving Wives Category. If you're such a person, please walk on by. I think the category is the right one because all things that happen between a wife and husband, with the full consent of both, are good an...
The beginning of the following story is more rough and violent than the previous editions in this chain of events. The language is a lot more vulgar due to the fact that it is from the perspective of a different person than Jason. I’m keeping it in the non-human section because of the succubi that are involved. If you are squeamish about beatings, assaults,...
They met for breakfast. She was filled with anticipation and trepidation. They were fascinated and fascinating. She carried the impression of hard and cold; intelligent and analytical and over all, disinterest. Why had they brought her here? What would they achieve through this? This was a passionate woman? She appeared distant. Breakfast was served, bo...
Saturday we took a breather, but on Sunday I picked C up to go to a pool party at Holly's house in Batavia. It was a beautiful warm summer day and I had C wear a white T and white lace G-string for the ride. Her tan was now very dark and the contrast of the attire was very striking. She no longer showed any form of trepidation with regard to prancing out the...
The maitre'd's face broke into a wide grin upon seeing Jean and C. He had known them since they were in their late teens and he in his early forties. They were he thought a breath of fresh air, completely unconventional in their view of the world. While he would never have tolerated a woman like Jean as his wife, he pointed her out to his daughters as a role...
Note: All of the characters in this story are at least 18-years-old. ***** Prologue Jenny was once a usual, rather innocent high school girl though she looked anything but. Standing at 5 foot 2 inches, she had long red hair down to her cute bubble butt, green eyes, and DD tits. She looked like a wet dream and she knew it. But she was actually a nice girl....
This is a lengthy story covering many different subjects. Be warned that some fetish concepts are explored. ***** When Mr. Caruso next door unexpectedly passed away, I attended the funeral along with my parents. I think that the entire neighborhood turned out. The Carusos were popular, friendly people and his sudden passing shook everyone. It happened in...