Victoria wasn't just obsessive about me; she was obsessive about everything! She always seemed to have rules for how things should be done, but if you have a good memory for details and can follow instructions you might enjoy Victoria. We'd exchanged letters and this might have given me a clue, because each envelope she sent had tape carefully stuck to the...
OK folks, this is gonna be a really hard to believe story, but, since I can still recollect how these unbelievable things have happened, here I go... As introduction, I have to tell that this happened many years ago, when I used to be a teenager, at a sea side resort in a communist country. I mention this, since you shall also have to keep in mind that the...
Nine o'clock Thursday evening found me sitting on the sofa, dressed in yellow boxers, a man's white tee shirt, and a pair of socks. I was folding laundry, absently watching television at the same time, when the doorbell rang. I knew who it was and yet, I was almost too nervous to answer the door. The bell rang a second time and I began walking toward the d...
Dear Abby, I am a 44 year old woman and I will have been married to my husband for 25 years this coming Thursday. I love my husband dearly, but I have kept a secret (actually two of them) from him for our entire marriage. My husband and I dated for about three years and we were due to be married. Although we did make love it wasn't a regular thing. I had w...
"Are you kidding Ben, girls do not drink and drive," I said. "Guys get drank, then get behind the wheel and drive into accidents, they do that at eighteen and at twenty five. A young lady takes one drink, seeps it for the whole evening, then goes to sleep. We girls should be allowed to drink once we turn eighteen." "So much for gender equality, Jenny," Ben...
Hello, there. My name is Stephen Saint. A big and tall young Black man living in Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Brockton State College, a small public college located in the city of the same name. These are the tales of my adventures. The adventures of a tall, good-looking, forthrightly bisexual student, writer and activist in collegiate America....
Feather Maid "You wanna lap-dance?" she asked. I looked in her eyes, then turned away so I didn't exhale my smoke in her face. She was a white girl, about 5'9" and in her late twenties. "How much?" I asked. "Twenty." I looked her body over. She was an hour past voluptuous on her way to cellulite city. I love women and all their imperfections, but if yo...
Candy James pursed her full, sensual lips with anxiety and ducked her head into the side entrance of 'The Meat Palace', hoping she hadn't been seen. The 26-year-old teacher knew that once she made it inside at least the women there would be equally compromised and would be unlikely to report her to her employers. The small and shapely brunette had spent the...
Most people cannot realize how devastating it can be to your confidence as a woman, a sexual being to live for years in an unfulfilling marriage: coming down in bustier, stockings and heels so high that I should have fallen a broken my fucking neck on the stairs, I was most often greeted with a laugh or a chuckle. He swore it was not me, but damn...what was...
Curious or bored? Stephanie couldn't decide which as she browsed sex pages focused on group sex. The MMF or, even better, MMMF ones; the FMF didn't catch her interest. Something about the thought of being surrounded by all those stiff cocks thrilled her. Since breaking up with her last boyfriend, sex had been limited to her trusty vibrator. She had been a st...