Dear Dirty Diary, By the following morning the three had checked out and we were all alone. Louise was strangely quiet upstairs as I laundered yesterday's towels and bedding. I made some coffee and tiptoed upstairs with hers. All was quiet on the second floor but I heard a chair creak upstairs in my apartment. I stepped loudly up the stairs and glimpsed he...
"I want to give you a present," she cooed into his ear. He glanced at her with confusion spreading across his beautifully delicate features. "It's your birthday today," she explained. "Yeah?" he frowned. "I want to give you a birthday present," she repeated. "Oh well, thank you," he smiled, "But really, you don't have to do that." He smiled at her appr...
Emma took a deep breath and walked into the darkened room. On the left, leaning on the bar, laughing with the bartender, was a tall, shapely brunette. Her back to the door, she was wearing 5-inch heels and her nylons covered strong legs leading to wide thighs. Her black skirt was short and tight and her generous breasts pushed against her a turquoise corset...
Chapter 4 Brats I was pissed. The last thing I expected was Sasha and Mary to get into a fight while I was away. A little background, I had been in Israel in a consulting capacity for a few weeks and had arrived back on a late night flight. They were several messages on my phone. The first was from Mary," Sasha and I had a fight, call me to discuss." Th...
Through low, crawling clouds of charcoal the train prowls and comes to a stop. A whistle shoots from the beast and pushes its passengers out the doors. Their wing-tip shoes tap like computer key strokes against the cold concrete. As each of them descends from the passenger car they meet my eyes and quickly look away. They each have the same motionless, ash-h...
This is a true story it happened about 15 yrs ago. It is exactly as I remember it, and is based what I seen that night. It is the incident that opened up the world of wife sharing to us. I do not consider myself to be a cuckhold, or a wimpy husband. But the fact is that I love seeing my wife having sex with other men. I find watching her being pleasured by...
I could hear Venus moan, as she convulsed from one orgasm after another, while attempting to keep her legs from buckling under her. Whenever she failed in this effort she was once again left hanging by her pretty red pony tail. I tried to visualize her struggles and imagine how sensual her "dance" would be. The blindfold couldn't stop the images in my brai...
Master chooses my attire daily. It is never a lot and always extremely erotic. My wardrobe consists of bustiers, corsets made with whalebone that lace tight cinching my waist and push-up bras in a rainbow of colors. In matching colors, Master dresses me below the waist even more scantly, just garter belts, hose or lacey-topped stay-ups. You see I have no pan...
Cam had never before realized that the layout in her apartment was so complicated. Racing around naked, bound, blindfolded and hobbled; she keeps bumping into walls and almost trips on the carpet twice. Sevda left almost half an hour ago and gave her a simple task. "Bring all your clothes out here." She indicated the black leather couch in the living roo...
For the umpteenth time this week, she was lying on her back on the floor, staring aimlessly at the hideous ceramic ceiling tiles that had gone out of style decades ago. I ought to do something, she thought to herself, but what is there to do for a basket case like me? She heard a faint click from the other room but didn't flinch at the familiar sound. "Hey,...