I have an obsession. Shall I let you in on it? Well, okay. My therapist always told me that it was best to get things out into the open. This just happens to be one of them. One of many things I've worked out of my system. My proclivity for female flesh was supposed to be one of them, but I've decided to hold onto that obsession, along with this one. And s...
Dee was nineteen and lived with her young Aunt, Sara. Sara had moved in with Dee after the tragic death of Dee's parents in an horrific car accident when Dee was just fifteen years old. Sara was Dee's mother's much younger sister, she was twenty six at the time and felt it her duty to look after Dee after such a devastating event, and after all she had lost...
You found Samantha Palmer attractive from the moment she first walked into your office to apply for the Social Media Manager at Google, but your obsession with her grew over time. She came into the interview as a woman who knows she's attractive - wearing a skirt long enough to not be slutty, but short enough to show off her fine pale white legs. You like hi...
My obsession started when I married my wife, well really when I met her family for the first time. That was the first time I met Felicia, her sister. She was 6 years younger than Pat, and at 16 she was a vision that floored me at first sight. All that weekend I could not get my eyes off her, and I teased and joked with her just to have her attention. Pat's w...
So, this was great. I was working my dream job for the man I'd been in love with for over ten years. Ok, I think it was beyond love. More like obsession. There was nothing I wouldn't do for Tristan, and he knew it. I fully expected him to take advantage of that knowledge. He knew the power he had over me. But I didn't care. It didn't change how I felt about...
Writer's Note: The story you are about to read did not happen in truth. It did happen all right, partially, up to the last section. Regrettably, I never went through with the final part, which is now, just an illusion (and perhaps a reflection of the real ending I had wished for). Nonetheless, I hope it wets a lot of very hot and sexy panties...and ye, a har...
I spent all morning striving to soothe my guilt by fixing Rob's favorite dish, Lasagna. I got it all ready to go except for putting it in the oven, and then went to get pretty for my returning husband. As I dashed on perfume and slipped into a short skirt and heels, I tried putting the past few days out of my mind. Somehow, I had to get over my obsession wit...
For many years I led a life of quiet desperation. At the age of 23 I still lived with my divorced mother, and I was still a virgin. But do not think for a moment that I had no sex life, no appreciation for pleasures of the flesh. I did. I worshiped, adored, dreamed about, and was utterly obsessed with the legs of young women. Observation or contemplation o...
It was a Friday night. I told my friends that I was going to stay in; but I really had other plans. It had been a year since I dreamt of being with a transgender woman. I had explored my growing fascination by visiting the tranny theater and peep booths at Show World. I talked and masturbated with the girls through the glass. In the theater, I would offer a...
The Obsession: My name is Tina and I've always fantasized about public nudity. I've played with little "accidental" nip slips, low cut tops that when I lean forward to sign something, my breasts are in full view. My fantasy started becoming more of an obsession last year when I read a story about a woman that wanted to daringly check her mail naked in broad...