My wife, Susan, is a lovely girl. Oh, I'm not talking film-star, 'instant hard-on' stuff, here. She's not like that. She's – nice – wholesome – attractive –'that' kind of lovely – on the surface. Underneath, though – well, she can be thoroughly 'wicked'. I'd better explain. I met Susan when we were both seventeen, starting sixth form college. I noticed her...
I have an interesting hobby. Every so often, when I'm in the mood, I go into my garage and get my darts. My target isn't the typical dartboard, though. I have on display a large map of the city I live in. It includes the downtown area and part of the surrounding suburbs. What I'll do is take a dart, close my eyes, and aim for the board. Wherever the dart la...
I had just transferred to another college my sophomore year. Didn't know practically a soul. So, when I met a really nice, attractive, and smart girl in Psychology class, I zeroed in on her. Christina and I hung out a lot, and I really liked her, but she was not readily giving up the good stuff, putting the brakes on after 2nd base. I figured she had the id...
After leaving Lou’s place, I really wanted to get a drink somewhere. There was going to be hell to pay, and I was so glad I wasn’t going to be a part of it – but shit, the look on Lou’s face was scary. I felt sort of bad for those assholes who worked for him, but they knew what the boss was like when they signed on to do his dirty work. I pulled my beast int...
We arrived at their house shortly after 4pm knowing we had all placed some interesting expectations on the six hours we had been able to talk my mother into babysitting. Even having talked, joked, planned, and fantasized about this evening, practically ad nauseum, approaching their doorstep sent shivers of nervous excitement through me. I let my husband, Joe...
Sandi snuck into her mother's room and carefully removed the Cosmopolitan from her bedside table. Her parents didn't think it was acceptable for their eighteen-year old daughter to be reading Cosmo, but Sandi couldn't figure out what articles her mom bought it for. Sandi's mom was more of a Home Journal type and the thought of her mom and dad trying out any...
I could smell the grease and petrol fumes long before I got to the garage that day. It was a smell I’d always loved. I’d breathe it in, and it intoxicated me, the way expensive perfume and platinum plastic tended to intoxicate my moneyed college friends. I could smell the difference between WD40 and 20/50 oil at a dozen paces – some claim to fame, I know! Th...
Highly readable account of a pixie-ish home decorating diva who, along with a woman carpenter friend, works to satisfy her master, the narrator. M/f+, BDSM, lingerie, toys, consensual, reluctant. Also, spoof of a certain home improvement TV show 2001-2008. *************** Chapter I - Up to and including Wednesday I was thrilled to be coming home from a we...
On my break at work I often log onto to various spanking websites to drool over stories and pictures. I am always careful to delete my browsing history before finishing my break. So I was startled when Winston, an Englishman who transferred from London to our branch in New York a few weeks ago, sat beside me one afternoon in the break room, and whispered "I...
Imagine it... we've decided we're going to go out and play darts, have a few drinks or whatever. But before we leave, a few preparations are required. You smile; pulling my jeans down and taking me over your knee, you pull down my panties and paddle my ass until it's nicely reddened. Spreading my cheeks, you lubricate my asshole with your tongue, soaking it...