This story is true and happened to my wife and myself 1 year ago. My wife is a red head 33 years old 5-4 and 140lbs. With nice natural 36c breasts. I had arranged for a Limo ride for our anniversary from my office to the a restaurant that we had heard of as being one of the finest around. My wife was to be picked up at our home and the limo was picking me...
We ate a quiet breakfast; fresh bagels, coffee and the Sunday paper. Sharon and I sat at either end of the living room couch amidst the green foliage, our feet and toes often touching. After she’d gotten up and refilled our coffees, Sharon sat at my end of the couch and languorously wound herself around me. We seemed to fit so well together, there were rarel...
My impending 35th birthday was coming up in a few weeks and for people in my profession, it marks a time when you're too old to be hired for some positions in the fire service. And whereas I wasn't feeling really old, but I finally understood what a friend of mine in the same career path felt eighteen months before, when he turned 35. I decided to do someth...
This is the first story I've written that I've let other people read. It is inspired by a couple of stories on this sight, and the artwork of someone named Dmitry. Enjoy, and feel free to leave feedback. Thank you. In a distant part of the galaxy, tens of thousands of light years away, there was a planet that, despite all earthly physics based thinking, c...
I talked you into going with me to the tattoo shop so you could watch me get inked and decide if it was something you wanted to do. We walked in, and you seemed somewhat surprised at how clean and bright the shop was, and that the employees weren't the dirty grungy lowlifes you expected. I talked to the tattoo artist who would be doing my ink while you look...
This story is inspired by true events. Tammy was a friend of mine, she finally decided to get a tattoo. I took her to the shop were I got my tattoo because I knew she would be comfortable there. The place is an upscale establishment and reputable people work there as tattoo artist. After a very long time of looking through all the possible choices she settl...
Note to reader: This story is fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. ***** Sunday morning turned into Sunday early afternoon before Jeff and Muddy awoke. Both were tired and sore from the previous night's activities with David and Marylou. Jeff went to the bathroom and was so unsteady he had to sit down to pee. Evidently, the s...
The day had finally come when my delicate neck would match my beautiful wrists; I was to have the pleasure of being pierced with my day collar. The excitement building up inside me was truly unbearable. I wanted so desperately to have a physical, permanent representation of who I was, an owned submissive. I stood trembling as the base of my throat was marked...
*Frolicon is held in Atlanta every year. This is a semi fiction account of what happened there...if you ask real nice, maybe I will tell you what happened, what is made up, and the bit of both. It is geeky, and kinky, and as sex positive as you can get. Check them out.* ***** After you dry off, you begin to assemble your costume. It starts with a white g-s...
This is the second of a series of "Session Diaries" inspired by sessions with pro-Dommes in Manhattan in the late 1990s. I waited, naked, on my knees leaning forward with my head and hands on the floor. The room was a windowless space in an industrial loft in Midtown. One harsh light shone down from the high ceiling. When the sound of her boots clicking a...