Lord, how I hate Monday mornings! A wise man once said," Monday morning is a shitty way to spend one seventh of your life". I believe it. Of course I feel that way about the other 4 days of the work week as well. It's not like I have to get dressed and go to work, mind you. It's just that after getting to sleep in for 2 days, I don't want to leave that warm...
Teased and denied by my Mistress's Feet My wife always knew I had a foot fetish. She loved the attention I would lavish on her feet, allowing me to provide her with long intimate foot massages when ever she wished, dutifully giving her a pedicure each week, to ensure her toenails were always perfectly painted, and that her soles, heels and toes were soft an...
My best friend Jerry had been trying to set me up with someone ever since my divorce nearly a year ago. At first, I'd agreed to meet at least for coffee with one or two of the women he'd introduced me to. But so recently after my separation from Cheryl my wife of nearly eleven years, the idea of getting into any kind of committed relationship again seemed fa...
Now it was too late. I'd wasted the entire time. The student cruise was coming to its end and we were in Acapulco. Exams were over and we would arrive in Los Angeles-Long Beach in three days. I'd wanted my half-Junior Year Abroad to liberate me, take the introverted rural Oregon girl and make her interesting. No such luck. Prince Charming didn't show up a...
Thank you for your comments and votes. I hope you enjoy chapter 3. Vincent Crandle "Sir." "What!" "The gentlemen have failed sir." "WHAT!!" "Yyyes sir. It seems that someone saw the men and thought they were burgulars." "Where are they now?" "Dead sir." "Dead?" "Yes sir. They were killed." "How did you come by this information?" "We did as you...
"Tell me again why we're doing this?" My husband looked at me for a moment, and then leaned in close. I could see his face better, now; the street lights and porch lights on the house in whose driveway we'd just arrived didn't do much for the inside of our parked car. Proximity helped. "You know why." He cast a nervous look at the large house. I shrugged....
Thank you so much for the enthusiastic response to the first two chapters of Remembering Becky. Becky and David's date continues ..... * I stepped aside as Becky came back into my apartment with her overnight bag. The initial shock of Becky's suggestion about spending the night was wearing off and was being replaced by a whole spectrum of emotions. Exc...
Gavin, the love of my life, the man I lovingly call "Bigfoot," has told you his side of the story. Now let me tell you mine. I'm twenty years old. For the first ten years of my life, I was raised in a very liberal family. We were nudists, and spent every summer at one resort or another, in the company of other nudists. We also went bare around the house, so...
Warning: This does contain material involving same sex relations, if you are offended by this in any way then don't read it. This is only for fun, and not meant for anything else. * * * * * Well where to begin. I'm not too sure when I first started to realize I had these feelings for my instructor but as I noticed as each day had passed that recently I cou...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This continues this series of Anita Tremblay, 62, and her young physical therapist. This chapter contains scenes of playful female domination, lesbian sex, creampie eating, snowballing, golden showers and strap-on use. ***** I was missing Juan. A lot. The 25-year-old muscular, dark-skinned and incredibly handsome and well-endowed Latino phy...