The room was filled with an eerie light that Sunday morning as I sat on a stool in the kitchen, my laptop open on the table in front of me, the house surrounded by a snowy white blanket. It was mid-January, two weeks into the New Year and unusually for England, we were having a proper winter. Well used to grey skies and constant drizzle throughout the winte...
Charmaine sat nervously on the couch waiting for Davalle to come out of the bathroom. She looked down at her pendulous 38D tits, the left slightly larger than the right, and wondered if he would find them attractive. Her husband referred to them lovingly as her "saggy hangers" and he spent a lot of time sucking her nipples and playing with them when they had...
Like my last letter, this letter has portions that are works of fiction and some portions that are in fact non-fiction. This is letter came to fruition though a combination of work from my husband and I. Please enjoy this letter for what it is and let me know what you think. In the morning I woke up early (6:30) feeling refreshed to start the day. I had...
After Becca's last session, with the gangrape and her own forced (if pleasurable) involvement, she wasn't sure if she wanted to take any more clients. But Chelsea kept pressuring her to at least finish the ones that she'd already lined up. There were ten more sessions already scheduled and she'd finally agreed to do just those, but then she was going to be d...
The elevator ride seemed like an eternity. What the fuck was I about to do? We stood in silence as the elevator finally came to a halt and the doors opened. I went to step out when Greg reached for my hand. For a moment I thought he was having second thoughts and I wasn't sure if I would have been relieved or slightly disappointed. "Are you sure you want to...
Kelly's point of view Since we began experimenting with other couples, my husband has been very focused on my sexual experiences with other men. Having fucked Jim, Tom, and Rick recently, my husband Ken has been obsessed with the details of how they were, did I enjoy myself, etc. It is a little strange, but overall it doesn't bother me. If he wants me fuck...
I am a slut wife! I didn't used to be one. For the first fifteen years of our marriage I was totally faithful to my husband. Not that I didn't have chances to be unfaithful because I did - lots of them - but I love my husband and couldn't bring myself to cheat on him. So how ironic is it that he turned me into a whore? My husband is a regional sales manager...
Julia pulled open the front of her black lace kimono style wrap and brought both of her hands up to her breasts. Pulling down her black lace push-up bra slightly, she began brushing her fingertips gently back and forth over her nipples, causing them to stiffen hastily. She then began pinching and pulling on both at the same time. An elegant, fine-boned woman...
One of my all time favourite things is to wear high heels, black stockings and a garter belt with no panties. Put a nice skin-tight sexy mini-dress on top of this and take me dancing to a crowded club with a sexy driving beat. This is where I really come sexually alive. I love the sleazy attention of horny men when I'm dressed like this and acting like a tot...
Chapter one The preparations for my wedding proceeded apace, I was never allowed to see my wedding dress and was kept hooded during all of the fittings for it, these fittings were numerous and each time the skirt was made tighter, I wondered how on earth I would be able to walk in it. My training in every area increased, my voice coach visiting daily, my co...