I was looking forward to an evening with Emma, the lovely thigh-booted brunette seductress, whom I had first met at lunchtime that day at the barber shop in Bodling, when I had called in for a haircut and got rather more than I had expected. Emma had revealed that she, like myself, enjoyed various fetishes, including all boots, but especially high ones. We...
This is a continuation of a story originally posted in Loving Wives. To avoid the inane anonymous comments from the people who have an unknown but concrete definition of what makes a loving Wives Story, I have placed it in Fetish. ***** After the show on the internet, I was in a state of disbelief. My prim and proper Korean wife was in actuality a submissi...
My names Lady Denisa I’m 47 have been married to Lord Henry for nearly thirty years. The year’s 1944 and my husband’s a Wing Commander in the R.A.F. He’s currently in Africa as Officer commanding Sidi Ben Alli. He’s been there fighting the Nazis for nearly two years so not been back to England in that time. We’ve five children all married and between them...
They got to the office and walked in. Rob was already waiting for them. "Faith, could you run out the the store for some food for lunch? I have a feeling we won't be leaving the office again until late as we have far too much work to do." "I guess so Rob," she said shooting a questionable look in his direction, "Thanks, here's some money for you," he adde...
Many thanks to angel love for the editing this story! * My name is Albert Breen, 34 years old, self-employed accountant and in most ways an average Scandinavian guy. When I arrived at an expensive two days long tax information course at a nice conference center I was surprised to see my old school mate Fabian Holm there. Rumors had him spending some time...
Some time ago I wrote a story (A very different threesome) which described a very powerful connection between my wife and her favorite extramarital lover, Gordon. He came to our house and he and Maggie treated me to an extraordinary private porno performance. While I did not join them during the connection (I took lots of photos) I did enjoy some hot sex wit...
This story is a a continuation of a previous one: "Sleepless"; it follows the same individuals, settings and obsessions. The events take place in one of those unbearable continental summers * "It's too darn hot." sang the radio, and Alex hummed with it. It was really too damn hot, the late June weather was humid, sticky and nasty. Paris in the summer is u...
I've been working at Paul's Plumbing & Remodeling for just about a year, now. Paul Cenowski is the largest employer in my little town east of the river. He is the owner, the president, and the CEO all wrapped in one. And, me, you ask? I am his secretary; his personal assistant, his network administrator, his travel agent, his go fer, his coffee maker, and hi...
In the schoolroom thirty girls, aged from 18 to 21, wearing thirty grey Hazely Reformatory skirts and pullovers, sit at thirty desks, studying the arithmetic problems on the blackboard. At the front of the schoolroom Miss Bulstrode, a strapping woman with a short, dyke's haircut, paces backwards and forwards, scrutinising the girls keenly, pausing now and t...
You'd better be over eighteen if you are about to read this – all of the characters in the store are. It follows on from part1, of course, and part 3 will be along later. I slept between my lovely satin sheets on my second night at the Gordons' Mansion, my back still sore from my whipping, my anus stretched and aching with the unfamiliar intrusion of the bu...