Dear Husband Hello dear husband, she said, never looking back. Could you come over here and take that down from the shelf for me? She pointed to a bottle of bleach on a high shelf. It wasn't his fault that George had just gone out to the hardware store, telling Jim, his teenage helper from down the street, that he'd be back in an hour, maybe two. Why don'...
Kevin woke up with his head swimming. Kevin...or was he Kevin any more? Was he just Allyson? He looked down at himself and saw his name badge and decided that for now he should just think of himself as Allyson. Think of herself as Allyson. Oh it was just too confusing. As he started to come to terms with what was happening he saw the door of the jail buildin...
As I sit back and look upon your trembling body. I think back to what has taken place to let you have this much trust in me to let everything happen to you in the way I am doing things. Thinking back to the beginning and the talking the W/we did with each other about what E/each other was looking for and their needs and wants. It has taken U/us a good 6 mont...
Chapter 1: Oral "I can't believe how perfect you fit me. All of me. Every hole." It's great to hear that, I must confess. I've been lucky, I suppose, in that I've been told this by more than one woman. Why is that important? Because it means that there's less likely a chance that someone's just trying to say something they don't mean. All my life I've h...
Not only do you make me keep my blouse unbuttoned for the entire drive to the theatre, but you have me lift both breasts out of my bra and have them nestled together and exposed for all to see. I watch the pedestrians on the sidewalk turn their heads as we pass, and you order me to press my chest against the passenger window when we pull along-side a young b...
Kris stretched her legs out in front of her and spread her knees a few inches apart. She dropped her hands into her lap and began to pull her skirt up her thighs, bunching the material into her crotch while pressing her fist against her cunt lips. Stan looked down into his wife's crotch and saw her rubbing herself while she raised her skirt up her legs. He d...
I was blindfolded. I never thought I would enjoy being blindfolded, but here I was, sitting in the middle of the bed, blindfolded, clad only in a pair of lacy panties and equally sexy bra. I felt the bed shift as both men-one was my husband, the other a friend-moved toward me. I turned in the direction of the slight sound of sheets moving, but it was a futil...
The first length of soft-cotton rope binds my wrists together, and secures them to the headboard of our new brass bed. The second, draws my right ankle to the far corner of the footboard. The last, draws my left ankle to the near corner. A neatly folded silk scarf robs me of my sight. I am on my back: naked, and open. Completely at Aaron's mercy . . . How d...
Finally, all of the Answers This story has nothing to do with our dress-up surprise games, or much of anything else concerning us. It does show how fate, and luck, can play a big part in making fantasy dreams come true. So read and enjoy, or just skip to something else in our many adventures. Back during a night out with Joe Whuzzit and my date, Daisy Ma...
I drop the phone in surprise. "Hello?" she says again and I press it to my ear. "Hello, Olivia King?" "Yes." Her voice sounds tinny and far away on the line. "I have something of your's. Your backpack. I found it." The line gets quiet. "Olivia?" "My bag? How did you find it?" "I – I uh, well it's a funny story actually," I say setting down the bag...