Laurie lay on a beach on the big island of Hawaii. Two whole weeks on the island in a big house some friends had let her use. The weather was perfect in the mid 80's with a constant sea breeze blowing in off the cool pacific. As idealistic as it may have seemed Laurie was there for more than just a vacation she needed time to think. Laurie had been doing a...
Edited by PeeJ 1. Amy's finger massaged her clit as she sat on the toilet reading the "Letters" column in her husband's magazine. She had gone into the bathroom for a quick pee but noticed it in the mag-rack amongst the others: House and Garden, Money, Fishing and other more benign periodicals. It was funny how she had never noticed it be...
Dear Wife: There was a list of things, my peculiar fetishes, that you said you were struggling to understand and accept. I hope that this note, my second of its kind, helps you get your head around another of my quirks. All I ask is that you hear me out, at least try to read all of this before galvanizing your opinion of me. And believe that I am opening u...
Marion eyes opened in dismay at the sight of her neighbor's son, Jeff. She wasn't sure if he had just turned 18 or 19, but that didn't matter just now. The dark-haired young man she had barely noticed in anything other than a passing way, was hunched over in front of his sister's dresser. Dressed only in a black bra and black panties pulled down to the knees...
The next morning I heard the annoying ringing of the telephone. At first I wasn't sure where I was till I felt Josie rise up from my chest and I felt her dildo move inside me as she reached for the phone. She thanked who ever was on the other line then hung up the phone. By this time I had open my eyes to see her staring down at me. She still hadn't move fro...
Note: This story is the sixty-fourth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous sixty-three episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I st...
I found myself in a gas station, when I spotted him. Directly across from me, as I pumped fuel into my Accord, he was pumping diesel into his truck. I hoped he'd soon be pumping me. He was tall, handsome and dressed in a sleeveless t-shirt that showed off in muscular arms. He was a black male, which was the real attraction for me. I'm sure most readers know...
The ringing of the phone jolted the images of Jolene from my mind. I fumbled for the remote and pressed the mute button silencing the buzzing fuzz noise of the snowy screen. “It’s 12:30, where are you?” my wife inquired. “I was just on my way out the door baby,” I lied. “Well hurry up. I’m at the Sea Cow on the board walk. I’ve been here for a half an h...
Mark: Jane looked good in her new blouse and skirt; no, not just good, absolutely stunning and sexy. I stood back for a few moments and looked at her while she leant over her dressing table looking into the mirror as she applied her lippy. She had changed over these few two weeks; there was no doubt about it. I couldn't put my finger exactly on one specific...
I managed to make it to the entrance to the dressing room before I got so embarrassed my feet just wouldn't carry me any further. The black tube skirt was so short it barely covered my ass, and my ass wasn't all that big! Bill's eyes bugged out so far I thought they were going to pop out of his head. "Oh, baby, you look so damn hot! Damn girl!" I blushed b...