After being married to Amy for 20 years, our sex life had become rather routine. I enjoyed it, don't get me wrong, Amy was a great lover, 36C natural tits, hourglass figure, everything put together nicely, but I needed something a little different. I had tried to get her swap again, as we had with another couple, but since they moved away, she did not seem i...
Gabriel prefers to be called Gabriella at night and on weekends when her real preferences come to life. Olga is his wife. Daniel, virile, strong, and masculine, was forced to become Danielle. Gabriella sweetheart, you made my heart skip a beat earlier this week. I had posted some pictures for you to admire. Immediately you recognized them as being Danielle...
PLEASE SEND ME FEEDBACK AT THE CONTACT TAB ON MY PROFILE. THANK YOU. * "...And quiet was the wind that blew the trees," she recited the poem sitting before her class, her legs crossed, the hem of her skirt resting just above her knees. "and still was the water that filled the seas," she continued as she uncrossed her legs and switched their positions, too...
"Remember, Katrina, I expect you to show your respect for me by always doing as I say," you instruct, with your finger slightly pointing at me. I look straight into your eyes and respond, "I know." "Always," you add, your finger still in the air. "Always," I respond. We're at a big house near the water. The air smells salty, and the sky is overcast. I've...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Twenty-Eight. 2008. (Late-April.) Pip, Logan. The wheel-clampers. Arriving in the unfamiliar town I searched in vain for a car park with vacant spaces, thinking that being early I might as well do a bit of shopping. Eventually I found a small car park which looked as if it m...
Shelly always maintained that the best part of sex was the gooey feeling that a load of fresh cum left between her legs. "Hmm, I can feel it squish round inside my cunt and then start to run down my thighs," she would say after a good seeing to. I always maintained that the best part of sex was feeling her cunt just after some guy or guys had freshly filled...
Author's note: Written by two people, boyfriend = him, author = me. Started by him. * * * * * Evening, our place. I arrive home late. The house is quiet. I quietly close the door, take of my shoes and walk into the living room. My food is in the oven but I'm not hungry. I put my bag on the floor and take my coat off. I start to wonder where you are. You...
Lady Arndale could have easily applied the cream herself but had asked me to do it instead. The bruising on her arse where I had smacked her with the hairbrush wasn’t too bad, but I knew she enjoyed the sensation of me rubbing the cream on her. I shouldn’t have been there at all of course, it was nearly seven in the morning, I started my work as a gardener...
I work in an office building with about 200 people. I'm the boss of my company, but there are a few other companies which share the same office services – kitchens, bathrooms, meeting rooms, and so on. It was a good arrangement for me – I'd had sex with several of the women in the building. One of them had become a fairly regular fuck buddy, and none of them...
Dear readers, This is a continuation of my story 'Miss Johnstone's Lesbian Sissy Slut' and I sincerely recommend reading that story first as it provides background for this one. Enjoy and please take time to give me some feedback! Theo 3. Intermission: Further training Following the loss of my sissy virginity just after I had turned eighteen years old,...