XV. Dressed He had never put on women's clothing before. He was unsure where to start. The white garter, he supposed. As he was pulling it up to his waist, and ascertaining exactly how it worked, Mistress Wendy pulled the camera over towards the bed. "You love the little outfit I've brought you, don't you slut," she said. "Yes, Mistress," he said, "I har...
This story is fictional and does contain some bi-sexual mm content. The characters do not represent any person and for the purposes of this story, they are not practicing safe sex. Safe sex should always be practiced in real life. If you do not like this type of story, please pass it by. My wife Angie was called me at work on Friday afternoon. "Hi, honey. I...
"Don't be silly, my dear," my wife Shrutika said to me as she pulled up her full-fashioned black stockings and attached them to her garter belt. "It's just a simple work dinner. I.. just want to look good is all." I gaped at her openly. "But honey," I said, "You haven't worn stockings in over a year! Not since Valentine's Day last year." Shrutika seemed di...
This is a longer, more emotional, less reality-based version of "The Coffee Table." ***** She was instantly embarrassed when she clicked the like button. He was actually looking for someone much younger, according to the bits of the profile she hadn't read until after clicking the like button. The first part of his profile said, "you must love music" and t...
Author note: this chapter is an edited version of part of my Literotica story 'La Contessa's Slave Girl'. Warning: this chapter contains non-consensual scenes. Chapter 12: Becky A few weeks after the card game, La Contessa invites me to accompany her on a different venture. She's on a mission. She's searching for a loyal female submissive. She wants me to...
Talking with some clients after work a few night ago, someone asked about our marriages. When the give-and-take got around to me, I just said, "I lost my wife about 3 years ago." That got the usual condolences, followed by the usual last question, "What did she die of?" I briefly answered truthfully, saying, "I really don't know if she's alive or dead but...
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Chapter One "Setting the Table" Let me start by saying if I am not the luckiest guy in the world I am very close to the top. My wife Angela is beautiful, smart, highly sexed, successful and loving. My story, however, surrounds some changes in our lives as she approached 40 years old. Over the years, Angela and I have enjoyed many things inside of our bedro...
April of 1431 I Bethany stared at the window, the sun catching it in such a way that she could see her reflection. She saw her straight, black hair draping down the sides of her fair skinned face. She studied her lusty, scarlet lips and her intense, violet eyes. Her body was voluptuous, with a curvy figure and large, sensuous breasts. She was a beautiful c...
My heart pounds rapidly as I sit on the couching waiting for the visiting stranger. He is unlike any stranger, as I seem to know him so well. I have waited so long to touch him, to feel him and the fantasy is about to become reality. As my back is turned away from the living room window, there are suddenly headlights shining brightly on the wall in front of...