Philip Meyer had always dreamed of owning his own high-end women's shoe store. Having come from a long line of males doing it sales of shoes was in his blood. His father had done it so too his grandfather though neither owned the store they worked in. The grandfather came from a time the area of the city he worked in was known for its street hustling. 'We...
Feminine wiles beat whips and chains every time... * I am one of those women who believe that the female should always be the dominant one in a relationship. Now I don't go about this like other dominant women. You will never see me with whips and chains or talking badly to my man. That simply is not my style. I much prefer using my feminine wiles to get w...
My wife of 15 years, mother of my two kids, came up to me and abruptly, violently and unexpectedly, kneed me in my groin, adroitly smashing my testicles, like an experienced street walker who handles drunkard johns every night. I immediately doubled over, whereupon she grabbed my right arm, bent it painfully behind me and, using a wicked whippy cane, mercile...
It's early evening and my wife has just recently left to go out with her friend Steph. I quickly find my way to my underwear draw and more importantly the small selection of satin knickers at the back that my wife knows about, they're some of her own ... well being honest, I think they were all her own - I've always had a thing for satin and silk. I try a co...
I recognized her from the picture on her web site. Her silken dark hair and those feminine curves I’d been studying for all those many weeks we communicated on-line. We’d traded stories we’d written and engaged in some very flirtatious, sensual correspondence, as though we were dancing ever-so-slowly to soft, gentle music. This woman--Mink was how I knew her...
Micha and I met in the early days of Yahoo chat, when finding explicit chat rooms was easy and there were plenty of fun people online. I'm Lauri, or more formally, Lauren Carruthers, a name I chose to match my desired feminine persona. Now in my mid-40's, I've been crossdressing since my early teens. Micha and I met online and chatted for almost a year and...
I lay back on a big relaxing soft pile of thick luxurious Arabic pillows, overstuffed and with embroidered velvet covers, ornate golden tassels on the corners. There were many more such big rich pillows all over the floor of the room, and even some big piles of them piled up to the low eight-foot ceiling. The ceiling had luxurious deep-shag Arabic rugs hangi...
Even the bright Berlin sun seemed to taunt Horace as he was led into the spacious and well tended garden at the rear of Frau Gerda Blucher's grandiose house, its tall impressive walls and mature trees keeping unwanted eyes from viewing the erotic debauchery which regularly took place there. There were many eyes within it that morning however, eyes which had...
The man who is about to be revealed here & that is inside of this written story is not the typical Latino male which all of us are familiar with. There is something different inside of this man that makes many to deeply miss him once he is already far gone... Every single time that he lets his guard down, allowing his strong male presence to expand it's nat...
Readers: I'm taking the lyrics to a popular country music song and expanding them into a story. Hopefully, I won't offend avid country music lovers by making this song into a sex story. In my defense I'll say this; the original song was implicitly about sexual choices anyways! I have taken the liberty of using some of the song's original 600 words to help se...