Part 11 Dear Ogre! Wednesday afternoon I was home first again... well not really. My old uncle waited there for me. After he used me for some 30 minutes in my mouth and ass then we talked. He wanted to know my desires and what I don't like. I told him the truth that I hate the pain but like to be humiliated. That I take the pain cause abusing me like this...
I have always been a day-dreamer. Drifting off as soon as I found myself alone. Fantasy castles, handsome princes, impossible millionaires, I'd wile away the hours lost in my own head. It was probably the books that caused it, giving me ideas. From five years old I would read anything I could get my hands on. I loved the stories... lived them. It was as...
The tip of my middle finger. I held it there. Right there. My finger was trembling and I willed it to stop. I summoned every shred of willpower in my body and mind and I channelled it down to the tip of my middle finger. Look at your own middle finger. Maybe a square centimetre of skin, formed into the folds of a fingerprint. The ridges of my fing...
A Note to the Reader: although the following scenario is fictitious, it is based on a fantasy shared by myself and my beautiful girlfriend, who I also have the honour to call 'Mistress.' Once again, I must begin by thanking Aubrey for allowing me to immortalise our relationship in this way, but must emphasise that all other characters besides ourselves are e...
The nametape on his right breast said Thompson, but that could hardly distinguish between the two of them. His first name was James, but, aside from her, and from his blood relatives, no one called him that. She wore no tag or labeling, generally, but from time to time at the conventions, symposiums, and signings that she attended from time to time, hers pre...
In the past month or so Kaye and I'd only had brief frantic romps in the early morning, most of them with me taking her from behind in her hallway as she was about to leave for work. Kaye was always happy for a quickie, as she put it to me time and again: "I just love that full feeling, followed by a nice sticky load pumped into me, makes me feel dirty and s...
In Chapter one our heroine, Kate, a successful business woman turning 60, has asked herself a troubling question. Is she a slut? Thus began a series of chapters in which she describes to her husband Henry (her fourth husband) her life beginning with her late teen years and her sexual activities at each stage. The portion in italics in each story is her recol...
01 My wife Elaine is one of those people that other people are naturally drawn to. Everyone she meets comments on how nice she is, how caring; she's even been described as 'a breath of fresh air' by one of her friend's mothers'. Ok, some of the praise is a little over the top, I live with her and am privy to her darker moments, but there's no denying she's...
(c) Copyright 1998 by "A Dave In PA" My Date with a Teenager by Dave in Pa. I could not believe I said that! What was I thinking? I must have been crazy. In a restaurant yet, with people around who might have heard. We were being flirtatious, even suggestive, but I was sure as soon as I said it that I had gone too far, too fast. And regrets were no...
When I got to my apartment the first thing I did was go to my room, take all my clothes off and empty the bag Ron gave me onto my bed and examine the content. I quickly came to the conclusion that Ron and his friends were dirty old men who just liked to fuck young nubile women. Not that I had a problem with that, by now I was willing to let anybody with a b...