I checked the local events and found something I knew he would like: a concert called "The Fifths." Beethoven's Fifth Symphony for the first half, and Tchaikovsky's Fifth for the second. He hadn't seemed all that enthused when I suggested we get together on Friday, but when I told him about the tickets he sounded like a little boy going to the circus. He s...
Note: This story is the forty-sixth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous forty-five 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 stro...
I originally published this as a topic in a well-known UK swingers forum. This is an extended version. For the American audience (if anyone actually reads at all that is), pants are knickers in British. After a long day at work, I manage to get to the train and find an empty 4 seater. I take the window seat as the dcrowd fills in. The seat opposite mi...
[Continuation of exhibitionist party, now in full swing... of body parts that is! All the characters are over 18 years old.] * Melody's fraternity boys arrived en masse late in the afternoon. There were six guys and four girls, two of which were girlfriends. The other two girls were friends of the frat, falling victim to the prodding to go to the party. U...
Annabel was feeling hungry. It was half past twelve and it was time. Mr. Crawford would be in his sitting room now, the family all having sat down to their own luncheon. It was time for the servants to take their ease, and Annabel finished folding her lady's underthings. The last bit of lace squared away, Annabel found herself rushing down the back stairs to...
This is strictly a sexual fantasy...not a story with a plot. Just a story of a woman missing her man, and writing to tell him about it. If this isn't what you're looking for, I suggest looking for another story now. --------------------------------------- Hey Baby - I miss you! I fantasize about you. Daily. Nightly. Hourly. I think of all the things I'd...
Note: This is the fourth installment of a continuing series. Chapter 4 Exchanging goodbyes, with knowing smiles, and a warm, G-rated hug, Jack reluctantly said goodnight to Bethany. As he prepared for bed that night, Jack relived every moment of his evening with Bethany. In just 24 hours, his whole world was tipped upside down, in a good way, a really, re...
Jenny shuddered. It was time to schedule her annual gyno appointment again, an event she always dreaded. The whole thing just made her feel uncomfortable and exposed, and her doctor was brusque and rough. Yet she knew it was a necessary evil. She flipped through her phone book and called her doctor, learning that she was on vacation for the next two weeks, b...
We each got a quick shower, and we were good as new. I put a pair of shorts back on, and you wore your long purple flannel shirt you used as pajamas... We were enjoying breakfast with our 3 children, sipping on our coffee, bathing in the warm morning sun. We were flirting with each other, cracking salacious jokes at what just happened in the bedroom, unbekn...
Penelope had been bathed and waiting for hours. She wore a negligee that covered her breasts in lace. Her hair was dried and done to perfection. She began to drift into sleep, disappointed that her Goddess had not arrived as promised. Suddenly in her half-conscious stupor, she was awakened by a familiar whisper. "I am here" Penelope opened her eyes and sa...