The problem with you being so far away from me is that I can't punish you properly for the problems that you cause. You may not understand, but I live it. Texting with you about sex and rope. Seeing your cunt in every woman I see. Smelling your hair all around me. Thinking about tongues running up and down your skin and breathing in your smells. Your hands...
After what I consider the most beautiful wedding ever, we went on our way to the elevator. We are headed to our suite, the one you have reserved for us. While waiting, you pull me toward you and kiss me gently. Looking at me you say, "I love you so much. It makes me incredibly happy that you are finally my wife." Those around us see me in my wedding dre...
Dear Robert, I have a problem, and that problem is your pants. I'm not going to lie, getting to hang out with a bunch of men in tight pants who honed their muscles swinging swords was nearly as big a draw for me joining our renaissance recreation group as the chance to camp and show off my archery skills. After three years, not every pair of comely buns tu...
Earl walked into his third and maybe his last session or interview with the mad Sex Therapist. Everybody called Forsythe T&A for short. For all his strange nature(his feet always touched ground) he was probably the best for the job. Best east of Pasadena, and if you did not understand Forsythe, the truth about men and women in America will always be a myster...
We talked for what seemed hours trying to plan a way to meet up. Constant flirtatious chatter was beginning to take its effect on me. Finally the plan was complete and it was agreed that I would wait until late into the night to come over to your house. The neighbors would be asleep and the cover of darkness would hide my attempt at being sneaky. Finally jus...
Even after twenty years, I remember the first time swapping came into our conversation. Cathy and I had been married only a year or so, but she was always receptive to talking about pushing the sexual envelope. She had been that way even before we were married. She often went braless, giving (accidentally?) down blouse views to those who looked, flirted fair...
Sally was our baby-sitter and she was quite a nice young lass of about nineteen. She was reasonably intelligent, appeared to be popular, generally had a boyfriend, and was very pretty. Dark hair, hazel eyes, and creamy olive skin that was absolutely flawless. Her taste in clothes was a bit iffy but that was just my opinion. Kate, my wife, found nothing unr...
Five years ago I inherited a 1966 Plymouth Fury from my grandfather. Nobody else in the family wanted it and I just couldn't stand to see it sold to someone else. My share of the inheritance was enough to get the car transported from Nebraska to Arizona. I have never seen a car in such fantastic condition. In the glove box I found all of the original paperwo...
Part 3 of? --- Work is dragging by as you check the clock and your phone countless times, waiting to hear from me. You didn't ask me what I do and you wonder if I'm busy at work too, plotting how I'm next going to take my pleasure from you. You're so hard you think about going into the bathroom to jerk off, then remember the feeling of the cage I tried on...
These are the accounts when I sent sara for Pony and Puppy training. *** Pony Training. Last year I was sent for pony training to a farm on the Yorkshire moors for a weekend by my Master. He wanted to open my eyes to everything related, however loosely to the DD lifestyle we lead. Sir drove me up to the farm past lots of old barns, most converted into h...