My strongest fantasy has always been to see my wife with another man. One day as we were lying in bed recovering from a rather strenuous bout of sexual activity she asked me if I had any sexual turn ons that she didn't know about and I told her that I did and then I told her what it was. She laughed and said, "As long as you realize that a fantasy is all tha...
Part 1 - Friday Night With Jenny The sound of talking, laughing, and music filled the room at Jenny's house. As happens during every party, there was soon a lull in the conversation, and Jenny called to him. When he was by her side, she told him, in front of the four other women in the room, "I want you to strip. Now." He looked at her questioningly, and s...
The events and conversations in this story are true. It happened in the mid 1960s. The names have been changed. * It was a Monday morning and I was sitting in the company cafeteria with a group of engineers drinking coffee before starting our day. Looking across the room I noticed a mature, sophisticated, well dressed woman. She looked to be in her late...
This is one of several stories set in a world where ideas on the control of male sexuality of a group called the Female Council have been imposed. The story "A Scrapbook" gives a simple overview of how things developed. With that as context other stories in this theme can be read independently. ***** Female Council Punishment Sessions Part 1 - Him He wa...
A Good Spanking Needed and Delivered I took a shot of Jim Beam from my flask as I started my car. Was I really going through with this? I drive on auto pilot because I know where I'm going. I grew up in that neighborhood and this was right behind my old middle school. I took another shot. It was hard for me to believe that I was headed over to a complete st...
Stephanie looked at her watch. It was eleven o'clock and her visitor was due at noon so she had better not waste time. She had completed most of her housework, the place was looking reasonably respectable because she knew he was a stickler for tidiness, so all she had to do now was get herself ready. There was time for a shower, to select the appropriate cos...
The night air was quiet, unstirred by neither man nor beast, only the near silent flapping of delicate wings. Creatures ran through the darkness, feet landing in a silence reserved only for hunters. Among the creatures ran one who was not one of their own in form though she joined them in spirit. Long streaming hair caught in a tight braid whipped around he...
Chapter Three: No Good Deed Chelmsford Dance Hall was packed. Wendy's efforts promoting the concert had paid off. That very morning she had appeared on the local FM morning show. "So Wendy Grayson, manager of Transvixen welcome to the show," the radio DJ began. "Thank you John," Wendy responded. "So...I'm going to ask you the question that's on the lips...
At 35 years young, I'd like to think that I look twenty-something. I certainly work hard enough to remain buff with strict dieting, treadmill, free-weights, Yoga, tennis, golf, and Pilates. Bi-weekly salon visits for bikini waxing keep me free of hair or stubble that I used to get when shaving my pubes with a razor. I love the feeling of my husband's t...
Whack! Ted held back a gasp. Celeste paused her slapping with the thick wooden paddle, and stroked Ted's hair, as his head hung over her lap. "Be a brave boy, Teddy." She said this so gently. "Don't cry. Can you be a big boy for Mommy? Take your chastisement in a nice, manly way?" WHACK WHACK! "Yes, ma'am" came the little voice from below, and Celest...