As the train slowed down and drew into York station Mark smiled at his wife Serena and asked how she felt. 'Nervous, and as horny as hell,' she replied. The train slowed to a halt and Mark and Serena got off and made their way off the platform where they were due to meet Robert, Mrs Wyles' assistant. They held hands as they approached the ticket barrier an...
I posted three parts of the adventures of Englishman Lee Peach some time ago on this site and this late addition follows requests for more about this weirdo. He is about to wean off licking mommy's stocking tops and become a 24-hour sensation in Austalia. The story and characters are 100% fiction, there is no need to point out minor errors and the grammar...
One of the best things about Tara was the fact that she wore stockings. Sometimes when she perched herself on a high stool at work, you caught a glimpse of them under her skirt and being a fan of underwear, this was a major turn on. Unfortunately, Tara wasn't a great lover of underwear, often eschewing a bra. In bed we'd talked about things we liked, experie...
The majority of the short scenes I write are done as requests for people after we have chatted on-line or they have contacted me after reading something already posted. The story below is one such request from a couple that I have recently been chatting with. SSeams95 my apologies for the delay but this one is for you and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enj...
In this chapter our heroine, Katy, attends a conservative political fundraiser with her husband. As you know by now from reading the previous four chapters, he enjoys getting her into compromising situations. Well, the fundraiser is the perfect opportunity for shenanigans! BTW, I struggled with how to categorize this story. It's meant to be lighthearted and...
Note: This submission includes cross-dressing and incest. If neither of these topics interest you, DON'T READ IT! I am tired of anonymous bullies who don't have the guts to comment with their handle so we can read how great their submissions are. Therefore I will now start to remove these types of comments from my submissions. To everyone else, thanks for y...
"What a wonderful night..." I say to you, "Why don't we go have a drink?" As usual, these are my famous last words. I end up all tipsy, sitting precariously on a bar stool next to you. You're afraid I'm going to fall off the stool, so you leave a hand protectively at my lower back. I'm all dressed up for the occasion, wearing a short gray and black plaid sk...
It was one of those spectacular late spring days in New England. Crystal clear skies, 70 degrees with promise of warmer temperature as the day wore on. I was in great spirits. I had pulled into the parking lot a few minutes early for my appointment and was looking over some papers spread out on the passenger seat for a meeting scheduled for later that mornin...
The upscale shoe store was not crowded as Veronica entered and was greeted by the proprietor. The two women had known each other for years and Madame Dupree anticipated her valued clients needs and predilections with seemingly clairvoyant insight. Madame Dupree was a full bodied and mature woman of nearly sixty years who had inherited the business from her...
My Mistress, you wish me to fetch and dress you in clothes you have selected -- but now it is time for our roles to change -- your Dream Lover becomes your Dream Master -- and my Mistress -- you become my Pleasure Kitten. But you are just as content to be controlled as to control. You eagerly anticipate what I choose for you to wear -- knowing that you will...