My wife and I have been married for 10 years. She is a beautiful brunette of 5'8" and 120 pounds. With her long hair and her cute and innocent face, she looks a lot like the porn star Cheyenne Silver. I would dare to say she's even prettier: her extraordinary green eyes are totally unforgettable and even the famous porn star I mentioned could not compete wit...
I had had a bad week, in fact the most appalling week – top 3 on my list of worst weeks of my life. Going out to my first ever Fetish night with my beautiful banshee friend was supposed to help get me "back on the horse" as my darling husband put it. I wasn't all that sure. My body was so chronically high on adrenaline on that Saturday morning that I could...
A fairly recent email exchange with my friend Sharon, a happily-married 49-year old from Arkansas. James: Greetings All well your end? Sharon: Yes, thank you. And yours? James: Still terribly horny Sharon: Anything I could do to help you out with that? James: You tell me...I've no idea, Sharon Sharon: You're at work, right? Would you like to meet me...
Everyone written about in this story is fictional and everyone written about is at least 18 years of age. Any relation this has to real events or people is merely fictional. I would love to hear people's comments on what they like and don't like so that I can improve my writing skills. This story is about busty girls, not realism, but I still like to make th...
Sherry stood by the bed dressed in a black leather corset that accentuated her big 36dd tits, her tiny waist and her full hips and beautiful round ass. High healed thigh high leather boots completed her dominatrix outfit and a thick black strap on hung lewdly from her waist as she barked orders to me and the three muscular men in the room. It was September...
Her students watched her walk – back and forth, back and forth – across the stage of the lecture hall. She was impeccably dressed in a form-fitting, black, high waisted pencil skirt paired with a sheer corset top and a silky chemise underneath. Her too-high, black, sling-backed heels clicked like a metronome on the cold tiles as she walked front of her class...
Before she died, Gwen led a pretty thorough safari through the dim corners of her sexuality. The wasting disease she was suffering through forced her into a physically passive role, but her loving husband surrendered to her still dominant will. It was a gift, letting the weight of every frustration and indignity fall on him, a gift they both enjoyed and cher...
- For Jay - As I ascend the stairs my only companions are the sounds of my own breathing and the staccato clicking of my black stiletto heels echoing off the poorly-painted walls of our motel. This is the place we have been planning to meet for four years now. The air is stale and coarse, slipping in and out of my nostrils in an unpleasant, irregular patter...
Monica Watson, CEO Skylabs is what her office name tag said and what an office it was. It had a view of the entire city of San Francisco from its window. Monica Watson was only 35, but here she was the CEO of a large corporation in the year 2075. She didn't have much of an idea of what her company actually did and was one of the worst CEOs in the nation. Her...
I had just finished a therapy session and was glad to get back to my office and relax. I'd have to lay off the cinnamon stix in the morning, my bustier was tighter than usual. My mini-frig offered a variety of drinks and I grabbed the pitcher of iced tea and poured a glass. Settling into the rich black leather of my office chair, I turned away from my desk...