I grew up in a different age, we were all so innocent back then. Girls wore dresses and flats and you said 'yes sir or yes mam' to your elders. I met my first love at a high school football game. I went to the game with a neighbor of hers and we bumped into her there. Her name was Rita she was there with a bunch of kids, some I knew but most I just knew of....
I sat in my favorite chair all evening watching her. She was wearing tiny pink shorts and an even smaller pink tank top with no bra or panties. She was busy cleaning the living room and angry at me that I was just sitting there instead of helping her. The truth was there was nothing I'd rather be doing at this time than just sitting here watching her. The su...
This is the first of a planned multiple installment series about the sexual adventures of two newly divorced adults. I hope you enjoy the stories. If you have feedback or suggestions/ideas on the direction of their adventures, please share them with me. Thanks. ******************** It was a Saturday, the weather was gray and rainy. I didn't really have a...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is written in first-person subjective narration format. Most first-person narration stories involve an *objective* narrator, who describes events as they actually happen (but of course, the concept of "actuality" depends on acceptance of objective reality). In this story (as with most of mine) the narrator is highly subjective. She...
The day at work dragged in. It seemed to take an age before 5o'clock came around. When it finally did I raced to my car and sped home. My parents, brother and sister had taken a weeks holiday and I had the whole house to myself, I couldn't wait to play out some of my fetishes. As I walked through the front door there was a note from my mum -- - There is...
Goldie Lock was a very plain woman with long black hair. Mr and Mrs Lock had named their dark haired daughter Goldie because they were fans of Goldie Hawn, and because they were stupid. Now she was lost in some woods and had just discovered a cottage. Meanwhile, at Palace Street police station, Detective Superintendent Queen showed her crime file to Detecti...
I enter her bedroom with my hands behind my back and naked except for my cock cage. My little clitty is throbbing inside its prison even more than usual. I approach Mistress and await her command yet she ignores me as she enjoys her coffee and morning paper. Mistress looks up just as I wince in pain, "What is the matter husband is that useless worm causing...
This is for all of you macho he-men out there who are living a lie. You know who you are; god knows I was one also. You bluster about doing your so-called manly things when deep down what you'd prefer would be worshiping your wife. You know who you are but you're afraid to admit it. Does it make you hard to think about being on your knees painting your wife...
Because we are a clandestine group, there is no way of knowing just how many of us there really are. Just who are we you ask, we are the men who live lives of quiet desperation as normal married men yet yearning to be sub hubs. We want nothing more than to bow before our wives and beg to be their slaves yet we cannot for fear of losing their respect or even...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** "Please Mistress, please...so sorry, I had to go so bad, couldn't get you on the phone, couldn't hold it, couldn't, please...