Hi I'm Ken. Well I was, now I'm called Brenda. Here's a bit of my story for you. I hope you don't make the same mistakes I did. Because until I got caught misbehaving by my mistress, life was pretty good. At 38, I had a great job as an office manager in charge of 25 or so employees, mostly women, a really good salary, a nice office and plenty of job securit...
Air Hostess Car Breakdown I am an air hostess for a well known airline flying from Heathrow. If I say so myself I am very attractive, especially in my uniform. Whether the airline would admit it or not, the uniforms were designed to be sexy, with a tight tailored skirt and jacket with a white blouse underneath. I've been working as an air hostess for nine y...
I travel a lot. Mostly through my work, occasionally for pleasure, and totalling maybe 100,000 miles a year. Flying, of course, and I have my favourite airlines. Air travel is generally boring once you've got over the excitement of being 6 miles up in the air and watching the in-flight movies. Generally, I find it boring now. But on one particular flight, t...
The ten minute ride to the mall was made in almost complete silence. Elizabeth sat biting her lower lip and twisting the handkerchief in her hands, as she worried about what other things I had in store for her. I pulled into a space in front of the mall. "Let's go young lady; it's time to return your purchases. I am going to teach you a lesson you will never...
Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true, the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early sixties and seventies, but should be a concern for everyone today. ***** It was about seven o'clock in the morning...
This was not going the way Diane had thought it would or should. Basically nothing, and yet everything, had changed in their marriage in the last six months. She watched him now, sitting on the sofa, drinking a beer, unshaven, and between picking his nose and scratching his ass, she wasn't sure what his biggest pleasure was. At least he was fit. There was...
5. THE ADHERENTS OF THE BLIGHTED GOD They'd been hiking through the dense forest for about an hour, Greg reckoned, and he was starting to get pretty sweaty and sore. His only comfort came from watching Dalile. After she'd bathed herself there wasn't much left of her scale girdle and her silken wrap; for quite some time now Greg had been watching her bare as...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. INTAKE Joey Peckerwood's hands shook as he pressed the doorbell to Aunt Beatrice's house. The place was being renovated. That much was clear from the piles of dirt in her front yard. The backhoe was idle today, this being the Sabbath. Joey's index finger was still shaking as he pressed...
BEING TAUGHT TO WEAR A GARTER BELT & HIGH HEELS After that special Sunday afternoon, where i tried dressing fully in girl's clothing, i had managed to amass a fairly good sized wardrobe of feminine things to wear. Within months my hidden cache' included several pairs of silky sheer panties of different styles, a Jantzen "Postage Stamp" pantygirdle, anothe...
This took place in 1966. A time when the fashion called for women too wear girdles, garters, and shiny ultra sheer reinforced heel and toe nylons, spiked heel pumps/mules daily! A time when my fetish for nylons was young and in full bloom! You little pervert! I jumped up, dropped the high heel pump in my hand that I had held over my nose and I turned around...