Being sexually attracted to hairy women ineluctably has homoerotic overtones. In the unconscious, internalized iconography of our culture, body hair is a masculine trait, not a feminine one. A hirsute woman is, in effect, a masculinized woman. One of the most intriguing and original psychoanalytic treatises to appear in the past 20 years is Female Perversi...
I knew for a while that things with my wife were going nowhere. The sex was non-existent and I needed something, ANYTHING, to bring back the spark in my life. So I posted a simple ad looking for an ongoing "friends with benefits" situation. I wasn't sure what would happen but what I got was more than anything I could have ever asked for. It started innocent...
She ran up the wide steps of the library, anxious to make her appointment. The note this morning laying on his pillow had been short and to the point. "Library...Periodicals...2 p.m." Her curiousity was piqued. He had been up and out of the house before she had even opened her eyes and that in itself was strange. Normally, he liked to sit and linger with...
How To Voyeur Women Without Having Anyone Thinking You Are Perverted. Ah, the birds are singing, the weather is warmer, and women are wearing fewer clothes. Spring is in the air, skirts are shorter and blouses are lower cut. There is nothing like the sight of an upskirt of white cotton panties in the morning, well, in the afternoon, okay, and in the evening...
About 15 years ago, I was dating my husband's boss, Guy, from the construction site he was working on. We had been dating for about 5 months and one of the first weekends we went away together, we took a trip to Santa Cruz for 4 days. We were pretty pent up and eager to be together even before we got driving, so the prospect of spending the next 4 hours focu...
It was about 9:30pm when we left the upscale bar after spending several hours in the cocktail lounge. You looked so sexy wearing those tight fitting black pants and the low cut top. During the evening I had run my hand up over your breast and nipple and you had pushed my hand away. I knew no one was watching but liked the feeling of caressing your tits in pu...
This story is true. Only the name has been changed to protect my lover, my slut. The submission of this story is for her. The idea that others can enjoy the thought of her seduction into being a slut wife is intoxicating to me and gift to her. I'm sure she would never think of submitting our story, but it is not the first time I would push her to do more tha...
© Copyright 2010 Author's Note: As with all my stories, this is a work of fiction. It may be based on real people and places, but it never actually happened. Jess is from the Philippines. Jess is a nickname. We met in a chat room when she was in nursing school in the Philippines. I am disabled widower, in the United States. I seem to have an easier time t...
She woke up, barely, and snuggled against her husband. She brushed her hand on his hair, a gesture of love she'd made a thousand times before. Something didn't feel right. She opened her eyes. This isn't my bedroom! What have I done?! Last night's events came crashing into her consciousness. Her husband had finally let loose his jealous, alcohol fueled rag...
The last Bike rally in Southern Indiana holds quite a few memories as well as mixed emotions for me this year. After arriving and getting all checked in and registered we rode toward the back area of the rally. We finally worked our way through the hordes of partiers and finally found a place to leave our Harleys. We walked around soaking up the sights and...