When Mr Hastings first phoned me, I had no reason to think he was anything other than an ordinary client. I mean, so what if he asked me to turn up dressed as a chambermaid? That was one of the options mentioned on my business card. Transvestite maids have always been popular... My maid's outfit was the flimsiest kind; really just a cheap black mini-dress w...
I live in a leafy town just outside London. Last summer a lady, called Pauline, moved into the vacant house next door. She seemed to keep herself to herself. She was a large lady who gave the impression that she wasn’t the sort to be messed with. I’ve always had a thing for large dominant women, and often imagined what it would be like to be dominated by one...
My beautiful wife Danielle has a new boyfriend. His name is Jason. Jason has a really big cock. He also likes me to watch them together. I get to watch her satisfied and then I get to clean them up afterwards. It's a perfect arrangement. I get to dress up in my prettiest lingerie and watch my wife get a good screwing. Then I get to taste the results of thei...
Hi I'm Gill and my boyfriend is Chris. Depilation, pubic shaving, bald beaver, shaven havens, bald pussy or bare cunt call it what you will came to me in 1988. This is my story. Chris is a nudist and he had been living with me for about three months, when we made love he often said how much he loved to see mature women who had no pubic hair and how much nic...
It was the autumn of 1960 and I was 20 years old and was following my new hobby of bird watching. Walking along a quiet country lane near Spathford one Saturday morning, I was on the look out for Nuthatches and Tree Creepers, small birds which literally walk up tree trunks. I passed a large Oak wood, hedged off from the lane, and with my binoculars I saw so...
The writer recommends that the reader is familiar with the first part of this story. 'Sperm Bank Artists'. All characters are beyond adult legal age, and the theme is male masturbatory humiliation at the hands of young female artists. The women artists collect ejaculate and use it for their artworks. 'Sperm Bank Artists. Part II: Olivia and Cath' coincides...
I studied the bottle of luminous green liquid carefully before introducing it to the bathwater. As the instructions directed, I then stirred it in until the formula had uniformly dispersed. Its sickly look mirrored the growing feeling in the pit of my stomach. I then attached a curious gauze just above my genitals covering part of my pubic hair and gingerly...
I arrived at the hotel late on Sunday afternoon. The conference wasn't due to start until the following afternoon and, as far as I could make out, most of the delegates were not planning to arrive until the Monday morning. Still, being one of the few early arrivals suited me fine. I'd had a hectic week, followed by only a day to tidy up my conference present...
I turned the key in the lock on the front door. My cock was already throbbing in anticipation at what might await me inside. It was the last Friday night of the month and the kids were staying over at their grandparents. I had just stopped for a couple of drinks with some work colleagues on the way home. I could hear soft music playing in the lounge and thr...
A few days ago -- well, last Thursday to be precise -- I was on my way to the station when something interesting happened. It was one of those days when it kept threatening to rain but never quite did. The sun was out, but the clouds were gathering, and there was a fresh breeze. I was just about to walk past the main entrance of a building that houses an ad...