CHAPTER 7: PLAYING PASSIVE Introduction: The next instalment in the sexual adventures of a prep school teacher in the 1950s and 1960s. ***** I was desolate a good while after the departure of Carmen, not even much interested in having sex, supposing any had been available. There were one or two episodes during the next year, but not worth reporting, as th...
Philip stood naked in the shadowy, arched hallway as he tapped at the guest room door. The cool evening breeze brushed his bare skin, causing his nipples to stiffen. His buttocks bore the marks of a recent punishment. Whipping and canings descended on the slaves frequently, and often there was no memory of any misdeeds to provoke them. That afternoon he had...
The outfit she wore was a little more lose, than she had remembered. It was a soft beautiful leather corset, a long flowing black leather skirt with slits up both sides to her hips. A jacket that was like the one from the matrix movies. form fitting. Her boots were her favorite piece of the outfit. Black leather. And go up to her knees, and are joined at t...
It was only 3:50 my appointment wasn't until 4pm. Do I wait in the car or just go in? Go in. It was an apartment within a new development, my 4 O'clock appointment was with Katie, a 23 year, petite brunette – escort. I approached the main door being as there was around 100 apartments within the block the usual unease of entering a sauna/parlour was absent....
It was a strange day. The burning lust inside me wouldn't go away. Another day where I felt my body's lust take control of me and my mind's moral guides slip away as the passion carried me away. It was a tidal wave that couldn't be denied. Give me something exotic. Let her be my new taste of life's succulent delights. Do not frighten me with boring repetit...
He had intended to not let her occupy his mind. He had, with great convictions, settled upon limits for their conversations both in time and scope. But as he checked an instant messaging service and saw that she was there, all of those determinations evaporated. He was light headed and a stirring in his stomach swept through him, and like a man in a trance h...
I am a dirty old man. Really. I am not sure when I became one, but it was a conscious decision that required years of planning and a bit hard work. When I had a achieved the ripe old age of 36 I had very little to show for myself. No wife, no kids, no house. I had a crappy office job and a crappier apartment. I was a white middle aged slob. I could legally d...
"We can meet at the White Horse Inn, about 9 o'clock?" it said in your text. "It will be busy there tonight because there's a really good band performing. I'll wait for you at the bar. I'll have a red flower in my hair." As I leave my car in a crowded car park and walk to the entrance to the Inn. I am worried. Although we have been talking online, texting,...
Friday, the thirteenth part 4 VICKY ARRIVES AT THE APARTMENT It had been quite some years since she had been riding on her holland bike with a skirt on. Her ex had always advised her to think about her standing as a teacher in that quarter of town. He had often preached high morals while he himself had not been able to keep his prick inside his pants, that...
Outside was freezing, but inside was warm and wonderful. I stood shivering, waiting for Eva to finally open the door and let me in. The New Jersey winter had been snowless but very cold, and I was still shaking for a few moments after I got in the house. It was your typical suburban home outside, but inside was tastefully decorated in a sort of minimalist,...