Dear Shoeblossom My wife Tilda was giving me a massage, after taking off my CB-6000 chastity device. She's a real teaser, and loves to rub my cock--a hand job goddess, that's my wife. I was lying on the bed, naked, with this collar on my neck that has cuffs on the sides for my wrists. "You can't blame me, Norwood, I can't trust you, you know." Tilda always...
I'm gay. Actually I'm not, but I want people to think I am, for my own protection. You see, my good looks have made me into an irresistible chick magnet. I'm tall, athletic, with curly blond hair. My green piercing eyes are set into a symmetrical face with a strong chin. I'm gorgeous, so to speak, and I have the same problem as gorgeous women: people of the...
I arrived at the Waffle House off I-10 in Winnie, Texas a little after eight. I had worked all-night and got off a bit after seven so I was running late. When I walked through the door, she was setting in a booth at the far end of the room. Her face lit up with a smile when she saw me; mine did the same. It had been quite some time since we had last met. I w...
I grew up near to and went to university in Brighton on the South Coast of England. It's a 'hip and happening' city with lots going on, a vibrant night life and is often referred to as Britain's San Francisco. I had left at 22 when a job opportunity had me move to Coventry, the polar opposite of cities but the job was great, the pay even better and houses c...
This is a very experimental story. First person and present-future, so not my usual style. Thanks to LaRascasse for checking my non-English-speaker grammar and ideas. ----- SUMMER INSPIRATION Sitting at the beach, my tablet in hand. The sun tanning my skin, the breeze easing the heat and shades protecting my eyes from the sun rays but also protecting my...
I have lots of readers to thank for their support. I'm very glad you like these episodes from my life. I often write them to keep the recollections from fading. Some of you say that you are very turned on by them just as I am, too. Please keep your comments cumming and enjoy. Sheila and I have become somewhat of a matched set; we really enjoy each other's c...
Chapter 55: Ivy I was alone walking in a clothing optional beach on a Mediterranean island. I am not an exhibitionist but I had always wanted to walk around naked in public. Although I now had a slight beer belly I still had a swimmers body and a cock slightly above average size so I was comfortable from the start. I was somewhat disappointed that most wo...
Part of the credit for this story goes to Randi! She contacted me about possibly writing in a St Patrick's Day feature. I declined to commit to it, primarily because I hate writing to a deadline -- something I really suck at doing -- but the St Patrick's Day theme stuck in my head. This is a one-off, not part of any series, and the St Patrick's Day theme is...
Angel and Bob met via the internet and loved to write hot e-mails back and forth. As the emails got hotter plans are made to get together. Arrangements were made for a trip to the beach which is privately owned and is clothing optional. This beach is on the San Mateo coast, just south of San Francisco. This will be Angel's first experience at public nudity...
The summer after my first year at college I worked at a gym in a ritzy hotel in New York. I had the evening shift behind the desk, checking guests in and then closing the gym at midnight. After a few weeks I came to know some of the regulars. Daniel was one of them. He arrived at the gym late on Thursday night and was usually the last guest to leave before I...