Tim looked at the shiny plaque outside the door and his heart sank. He was pretty pissed that it had come to this, that his wife had sent him here of all places. He supposed it was to do with her strict catholic upbringing that she just didn't understand him - or even tolerate him - at all anymore. It wasn't always like that, she was fun once and liked to tr...
Dear Shoeblossom: Most of my life, I've been known for bad skin and worse work habits. But Amaretto, my wife loves me anyway "You're good for nothing, Zits, but unlike the other bums in the neighborhood you don't bother to take my purse in the bathroom...you dip in it right in front of me...at least you're no phony!" One day Amaretto came home from work gr...
Every August, kinksters from all over the country convene at the annual Black Beat Conference to let off a little steam, party, and revel in some dark debauchery. It's a common meeting ground for people of color in the BDSM community, and the people who admire them, to explore their fantasies with others. It was also an event perfectly suited for Rick and Tr...
She had been so kind, so understanding of his needs, so nonjudgmental that he found himself gratefully allowing her to make him into the girl he had always wanted to be. When she hadn't freaked upon discovering his stash of female underwear and had honestly tired to understand what it was about them that excited him so he couldn't believe his luck. His bigge...
Middle age is not for the weary. It is for the horny. As I approach my mid-thirties, I find myself becoming more and more perverted with every new day. My wife has always encouraged new things. It was new positions and different places of the house to start with. After the first couple of years we started to experiment with toys and semi-public sex in parks,...
Sammy was looking forward to the holiday because there will be none at home. He was a paying guest and this was his day. He had kept everything ready and as soon as every one left he dashed down to the kitchen and sneaked into the servants room. He found the nightie there and stared longingly at it. It was a Friday and he knew that she had used it for 4 days...
The party was crowded and hot. I had taken off the leather jacket I had worn and strewn it on the guest room bed of the house with the rest. I was wearing a short black skirt with a red button down top. With every drink I had downed, it seemed another button had come loose. The sleeves were rolled up as I got warmer and my bra was peeking out, my breasts pus...
She wondered why the only time she could feel his love was when he was striking her. When he drew his arm back and struck her bottom with his belt, or with the crop, or even his bare hand, were the times when she knew he loved her. Or when he punished her other ways. She wondered if that is why she was such a pain in the ass sometimes? She needed to feel his...
“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed” Carl Jung The fog was thickening as he drove home that night – but no thicker than the thoughts filling his head as he cautiously made his way up the service road to the main highway. Although the fog would prevent him from gett...
As I waited nervously for the guy to turn up I anxiously puffed a cigarette. I rearranged myself for the thousandth time, crossing my stocking clad legs, uncrossing them. Perching my heels on the kick plate of the car, then on the ground. Shimmying my pencil skirt down, then a little up. I had to look right, I had to look dominant. The guy expected me to be...