[Part of a series of stories about a wife who owns her husband.] * On holiday, my wife always comes alive sexually. Stephanie opens up, seems to find everything and anything sexual, and she becomes very demanding. She rarely puts on underwear on holiday, dresses much more provocatively than normal and expects me to be ready and available for her at all ti...
My name is Johnny, by no way do I consider myself a writer in any way. This is a story that I can finally speak about, here is a how One Bath Changed My World. ***** I grew up in upstate New York in a great old city I rather not name here. When I was in my senior year of high school 1984, I started to seriously think about what I wanted to do with my life....
'Do you dream about me? Tell me truthfully. Do you dream about me?' * * * I lay still. An enveloping darkness fastened shut the lids of my eyes, heavy with the black of pre-dawn. Something had stirred me. I lay listening, straining to hear a sound. Nothing. Not a whisper in the trees. Not the mice in the attic. It was the silence of a tomb. Can you ima...
Garter Belts and Cigarettes Page One It was the movement that first caught my eye. That automatic sequence of movements done by muscle memory, repeatedly and without thinking, dexterous and complete - the red nail fingertips of her right hand, several silver rings on her fingers, flipping open the top of the box. One finger aligned the flipped up lid so t...
The rest of the day at the hotel went by quickly as Amber and I spent our time fucking almost continuously, overcome with excitement about the direction our lives had taken. The final week of school had begun now and with most of the finals out of the way it was basically a week where everyone spent their time talking about what they'd be doing after graduat...
Chris had come to the party late, and had only showed up at all to get along with other people at the office. Not knowing very many of the people there, except the previously mentioned clods, he was sitting over in the far corner of the room by the wide screen t.v. watching the ball game. A fairly tall guy, about five eleven and a hundred and eighty pounds,...
After we got home from the club, I was feeling very nervous. Kelly had admitted to cheating on me in the cab on the way home, and had stated bluntly that it would happen again in the future. I didn't know what to say or think. Part of me recognized that it was my interest in having a threesome with another guy that had led to this change in her personality,...
With a leisurely deep drag on a 120 cigarette, Julie's opal-shaped blue eyes drifted down to the fashion magazine laying open in her lap. My tongue rapidly flicked in and out of her vagina, while she absentmindedly turned the pages of the magazine, and then exhaled a long tight cone of smoke. Wisps of smoke hung above her, like tiny white clouds. The smell...
The Second Story: Give It Up For Me, Babe Claire: I love my husband. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for him. Not one single thing in the world. But, with that being said. There is something I haven't quite been able to manage to do yet. Quit smoking. Yes, I admit it. I'm a smoker. I've tried everything. The patches, the gum, the pills, quitting cold tu...
I strutted into the bedroom, my seamed nylon stockings swishing beneath my evening gown, a cloud of expensive perfume surrounding me. I stopped and placed a gloved hand on my satin hip. "Well," I asked seductively. "Do you like what you see?" He stared at me and took the cigar out of his mouth. "My god," he muttered. "You look incredible." "Incredibly edi...