This is the sixth in a series of chapters of how my grandmother and her friend/ friends instructed me on the ways of PLEASURING older, oversexe, ladies. All people / charters in these stories are older than 18 and younger than 75. Any resemblance between real people and ones in these stories is just a coincidence. List of charters for this chapter; Grandmo...
In the manner of Gregory Maguire, who provided us with a version of the childhood standard The Wizard of Oz through the eyes of the "wicked" witch, I have re-written my favorite BDSM story, Both Master and Slave, written by Martin Sharpe (published in 2001 by Silver Moon Books in Great Britain), from the point of view of the submissive, rather than the Maste...
Having finished writing, I was eager to refresh my still wonderful memories of the first encounter I had ever had with a woman. She was the one who showed me how beautiful it can be to touch a body much like my own, yet completely different. She was the one I still thought of frequently, wondering whatever happened to her. I flipped back almost to the begi...
Ever since I was really young I've had a fascination with the dominance of a man. I was always "Daddy's little girl" and I studied him as he raised me for more than half of my life. Every time he'd walk into a room, he was automatically the most dominant being in there. When I got a little older and started having sex, I was very submissive due to the fact t...
It was after 4 o'clock that Friday afternoon and there I was sitting in the admission office of the local university nervously waiting for my 4:30 interview with an admission counselor. The room had that fake homey quality that adorned most colleges these days; sofas instead of chairs; end tables instead of countertops; soft lighting instead of fluorescent b...
Professor Dawson removed his glasses, and rubbed his eyes with his palms, followed by running his hands through his salt-and-pepper hair. He looked up at the decorated walls in his large office, realizing that day had turned to night. He had been reviewing and grading midterm exams since the early afternoon, and had completely lost track of time. He stood fr...
"It isn't that I hate Halloween, Mary, and no, I don't have a wife or family that I have to be with or kids to take Trick-or-Treating. It's just that I totally and absolutely hate being on duty at a state psychiatric facility on Halloween. That's why at the very beginning of every year I put in for a week of vacation from October 28th through November 2nd. Y...
Don't you hate when a house guest puts a crimp in your regularly scheduled activities? At least, regularly anticipated? My love and I enjoy a varied, full and exciting sex life. Anna loves being tormented, tied, whipped and driven to utter madness. And I, well, I enjoy doing just that. It drives me to complete lunacy to have her so raw and unhinged in my ha...
Debbie Manchellini Gerald had tossed and turned all night his sleep disturbed by the fact that he had discovered his wife's infidelity. He had emerged from his home at five in the morning and stalked off across town to his favorite diner for an early morning breakfast. He just didn't want to face his wife not trusting himself to remain civil. Hell, not tru...
So seeing as many of you have asked I guess I was persuaded to go back to retell the very beginning of this story. How did the affair start some six or seven years ago and why did it end and the resume again now. Stick with me and I'll guide you throw the story. ***** Being one that worked in childcare all these years as a male I, Rob, had often seen the...