D I V O R C E What does that spell out to you? Divorce, of course. Excuse for me my shit poetry, but I do have a story to tell about an experience I had after I divorced from my nasty ex-husband. What did I do? I did something stupid. That was to go back to my home town and set up a business. It was not just any business. In the interim period between the...
I returned on the same time next day and knocked the door just once. She again opened the door with her charming smile, and again I was in the same awe, I was transfixed there gazing in her beautiful eyes. She smiled and said 'are you planning to stand there or are you goanna come inside.' I shuddered and quickly got inside and just when she closed the door...
Granted, every night was ladies' night at The Matriarch. It's to be expected from a club designed around a femdom lifestyle. There had never been a guys' night, and there never would be. That isn't to say the male "employees" didn't enjoy ladies' night too. While I had never been informed of how pricing works for the clientele, it was apparent to me that t...
Why does being forced to be the slave of a woman and drink her urine or lick her feet produce such pleasurable emotions within us? What makes fantasizing over being forced to dress as a girl and provide oral sex for a male friend arouse us to the extents it does? I have had these questions for years and I believe I have found several answers. If you too have...
Scene 1 I couldn't believe I was doing it, even as I followed the tall blonde in the black PVC catsuit to the door with "Private" written over the door in tilting red script. I just went to the sex club to watch, at least that was my plan, but as soon as I saw her demonstrating the proper way to flog a man in a kneeling position, I knew I would be on my kne...
I watched her walk naked into the room, my eyes devouring every nuance and curve as my heart raced and my flaccid cock began to stir. Her bright green eyes sparkled knowingly and a mischievous grin danced on her full lips. She was beautiful, sexy, intelligent and giving and I loved all of those things about her and more. I'd first met her nearly a decade ear...
Please... Mistress... Please it's... been... so many... days... please let... me... cum... and again I was smothered by her pussy. I was breathless, my balls were aching and my cock wanted to break through that chastity. I was never aroused so much in my life, I was helpless and the bondage was cutting through my veins, I just wanted to cum. I wanted to cum...
One week later: The following weekend, we had been invited to a party at the home of our friends Jim and Melissa. It was to be a relatively small, casual gathering and we offered to bring some homemade chili, which I told Jason to prepare. I donned my clothes, put on my makeup, and packed my travel humidor with a variety of sticks. I told Jason to wear pan...
After a long day spent at Shared Services, the Government-sanctioned and high-tech go between agency, Dominique Boisvert was ready to go home. The City of Ottawa, Ontario, produces an uptight, inflexible and redundant subspecies of human known as the Government worker, and such people never met a rule they didn't like. Dominique Boisvert has been working for...
Introduction "I've only ever seen you in jeans and loose sweaters," I observed, "so this is way over the top for me." Nikkole posed provocatively at the doorway to my home office, one hand on her hip, the other behind her lustrous hair, and rhetorically asked, "Like it?" Like it? Hell, I loved it. She was a brand new person -- in every way. Up until now,...