The first time that I remember giving my future husband a glimpse of my true exhibitionistic nature was our first summer dating. I was 18 and he was 19. I had purchased a flowered mini dress that had a pair of white short shorts that went with it. The dress was so short it was obvious when I tried it on at the store; whatever was worn underneath would be...
As I have told you that these stories come about from the notes that my wife had written about her involvement with black men. If you don't like it one way to avoid it is DON'T READ IT.. * * * * * * * * It was getting close to the holiday and I went to town and picked up lay-aways and returned home. As I unpack them and hubby helped me get ready to wrap t...
Susan's note read: Dearest one. I was really excited when I saw you on campus today. I was wearing the red thong panties that you sent me in that "Confidential" distribution envelope. I was so hot that I stopped off in the ladies room and fingered myself through those panties. I know you like to have them sopping with my juices when I send them back to you...
In her tribe, the more money you had, the better you married. Given the wealth of her parents, the fact that she was an only child, and considered one of the most beautiful young women in the village, her parents were able to select one of the most eligible men in town to be her husband. Amongst her tribe, arranged marriages were tradition among the wealthy....
She did not know what she thought of Peter's suggestions. They were colleagues and occasional lovers. Having met at an office party where they had kissed furtively their little affair had developed into a serious hunger for each other. The only problem was time. Today however Claire had plenty of time as she pulled up to his house. Having been married for f...
All she needed was for him to come inside her once. Just once for it to be legit, for him to think it was really his. As she lay beneath his thrusting form, she tried to moan like she was enjoying herself. In reality, his graceless thrusts did nothing to excite her and the lack of lubrication was beginning to hurt. She had tried to close her eyes to think...
So, here we are, almost five years after the fact, and this is the first thing I've written since. Oh, how I've missed writing. Let me give you some personal history. At seventeen, I left home to move in with a man that abused me. It wasn't until he left me, hot, dehydrated and pregnant on a street corner that I got away. I didn't want to be away, I thought...
In the crisp days of March I had become unemployed and decided to follow my dreams. I became a volunteer Production Assistant for a company in Houston. My husband who I love dearly also joined me there so we could become a double trouble team. It took me a while to realize what I was feeling and for who...the crazy thing was that it was not for my husband. M...
I never wear deodorant. Having smelly, all-natural armpits has health benefits, but it also helps me easily separate the men from the boys, or the Bulls from the cuckolds. Last week, I went to the local gym. I was wearing my usual: a cotton sports bra and shorts. I noticed the air conditioning was off. After about half an hour, I was drenched. The creases u...
This is my 2011 Nude Day Contest Entry. Please read, vote, and comment. Thanks. * It's not a storybook tale, exactly, even though it seemed to start out that way. We were young when we got married; right out of college. We had this fresh perspective on life, ready to make a difference, ready to settle down and raise children in the kind of loving, caring e...