This is kind of a writing experiment for me. I'm an older, kinda bisexual, and seriously perverted guy. I'm going to keep a panty log of sorts. The woman I'm seeing has an eighteen year old daughter that is nothing but a little whore. She lives in the basement with her boyfriend and spends her days fucking and getting stoned. She also seems to like to leave...
He's kept naked. He's not allowed to wear any clothing at all, has none in my house. The only thing he wears, and he wears it all the time, not allowed to even touch it, is a CB-6000 and metal collar. If I think he's touched it, played with him self through his chastity tube, he's whipped. When he's rewarded with my hand his wrists are secured either behind...
I love my wife. She is by far out of my league. We have sex. Although not nearly as often as I really want or need. But I live life fairly satisfied, because she unknowingly fulfills my deepest fetishes, which are exceptionally strong... maybe stronger than my need to have actual sex with her. So it works! My fetishes are secrets that no one really knows ab...
The lazy lads' weekend I had expected to spend with Johan was unfortunately interrupted by Anna's early return to university later that day, but the memory of being naked in the kitchen wanking with a mate continued to play in my mind. Despite knowing I was straight, the freedom and arousal of sharing what was usually a private experience with a likeminded l...
The guys in the dorm were starting to complain about my piles of dirty laundry everywhere. If guys complain, you know it's pretty bad. I had to admit it had gotten out of hand but the thought of doing laundry had me a bit perplexed. I didn't want anyone to know that I'd never done my own laundry before. How many college freshmen really know how to do their o...
Today my slave cleaned my apartment, did my laundry, washed my car, made me lunch, took my dog for a walk, and went grocery shopping for me. He paid for my groceries and made a car payment for me, too. As I sit before my computer this afternoon, my slave is beneath my desk and he is gently sucking my toes. It feels wonderful and very relaxing. I feel reflect...
My mother had gone shopping. I expected her to be gone at least an hour, maybe two, but at least one. She was having a diner party on Saturday evening for three or four of her best girlfriends where they would sit around, drink wine and whine about how badly they had been mistreated by their, here fill in the blanks, husbands, boyfriends, brothers, fathers,...
These stories are written from my heart and are what I enjoy. These are all my fantasies. They are written for my enjoyment If you like them let me know and if you don't, stop reading them. Please don't write just to correct my grammar. I always enjoy hearing from like minded individuals. It had been almost 3-years since the untimely death of her husband. R...
You wake up on a Saturday morning, ready to go outside and enjoy yourself. You look at yourself in the mirror. Your name is Brooke Smith and you are a 22 year old brunette with nice and perky DD-cups. Last time you checked you were only 5'5, but you might've grown since then. You stop thinking about yourself and get ready for the day. Unfortunately, when you...
A similar story was told to me as a real scheme conceived by three college sophomores. However, this story is purely fictional, and I would sleep much better if no one ever tried it out in practice. * It happened last year when I was living in the third floor quad. There were James and Alex and Nathan and myself, and we were all single at the time and qui...