My wife knew about my secret stash of porn. At least she thought she did. Having discovered it, she pretended she did not know and did not look there. That let me hide my real stash under a false bottom in the chest. I encouraged her with her hobby of photography, and now she often went out for the day on a weekend with the club to shoot some landscapes or w...
"Remember" Diehl said warningly to Quinn, the new sorority pledge. "You have to keep your weight down, and eat like a bird." Quinn looked over the table in pain at beautiful Diehl, full of red hair and vigor. God, she's so beautiful. Quinn had been at one time Azrael "Quacks" Quackenbush, point guard on the Buttermilk State University Buccaneers, basketba...
The following was originally posted on another site by my husband. It remains one of our most exciting experiences, and, with several years elapsed, I thought it deserved a greater audience. Over to you Vic! *************** My wife and I have relatively recently discovered the joys of extra marital sex. Not in a big way but, in the right circumstances, we...
"Sweet little Alice," said Mistress. "We begin again." I nodded. I had tried to take off my skirt for Mistress. I had. I had practiced at home. Thought about it for three weeks. Couldn't do it. Finally, Mistress suggested that I stay at The Caterpillar for three days. Three. Days. For "saturation training." What is that? Yet here I am, and I'd stood be...
NOTE: A fictitious couple in a retirement village in New Zealand face the first day after the final level of the nation-wide COVID-19 Lockdown to combat the spread of the coronavirus is retraced by the Government. Pleasantly lined face Edna Eccles (76) at her 'observation' seat behind a protective fine-mesh curtain of the living room window of Apartment 910...
Dear Shoeblossom: I did something that's rare--I was seeing a professional dominatrix, Goddess Octane of Eugene, Oregon, and recently we realized that we had a lot in common. We loved sailing, and opera, and sports, and we began dating. It helped a bit that I am relatively well off, my grandfather invented something or other that makes cars do whatever, it...
My mother had suggested I might consider cutting Ms Betty's lawn as none of the other boys in the neighborhood would. All the other mothers hated Ms Betty and wouldn't allow their sons to associate with her. She was one of my mom's friends and I thought nothing of it, so I agreed to do it every week. It seemed Saturday mornings would be best, so I put her in...
I have what is not an impossible dream, but a possible one. Not a fantasy, but what could really happen to make my life complete and be good for the people around me. At present I am Maurice for half the time, and Yvette for the other half. Both have a good time, but I want to be only Yvette. The first and key thing is a new love for my wife Kathy. If I had...
Blue Jenkins worked as a field hand on Hank Leone's farm in Northeast Louisiana. He was a slave. Now in his late-twenties, Blue had been purchased from the Jenkins Farm for a nominal sum two decades back and retained the Jenkins' family name. Blue was tall, muscular, possessed of a pleasing cinnamon complexion, a dazzling smile and a square jaw. He had a hai...
Lizzie awoke the next morning and despite the events from the night before she was not sore. In fact, she was dressed in the pink tank top and black shorts just like the night before and everything in her room appeared to be in order. "Could it all have just been a really fucked up dream?" Lizzie asked herself. She slowly sat up in bed and pulled down both...