Dear Shoeblossom, You might remember my mom's letter (how long has your column been going?) "Letter from Pecan Grove" about how she trained me to dominate my dad, or "Letter from Dubuque" when I was living in Iowa with my slave boy, Brantley, Senior...RIP. I believe the author of "LETTER FROM AMES" another part of Iowa, referred to his initial femdom exper...
Luke was bright, successful sophomore engineering student. And he was a virgin. But, I repeat myself. Seriously, for all the incessant talking Luke and his buddies did about sex, very few of them had experienced the infinite joys of a woman firsthand. There were even geeky mock engineering equations involving sex. "The heat of the meat is equal to the angl...
When my parents found out about the many adventures that left me without a stitch of clothing, they were furious. At first, they refused to buy me new clothes, opting instead to keep me grounded and dressed in bedsheets and whatever rags we had, and when the graduation ceremony rolled around, where I found myself attending naked under my gown, thankfully, t...
Image is important at R.H. Bank. My name is Bob Ramsey, operations manager of R.H. Bank's fraud department. One night in particular stands in my mind as a testament to my abilities as a competent manager, protecting the bank's image in the public eye. It was late on a Friday, and the department was winding down. I sat in my office putting the finishing touch...
It was stifling inside the steam room, the dense fog making visibility poor. Sweat was already starting to drip down the nape of my neck, and the small hairs there were curling. The little towel provided wasn't doing much to keep my curves covered. I found a seat and started to wait. Relaxing, wasn't an option. I was too keyed up. Daddy had asked me to mee...
I'm late, as always. I'm rushing around my room clumsily throwing an outfit together for my night out. My boys are already at the bar waiting for me to meet them so we can catch the Liverpool match. Of course I'm late, I've been smoking in my apartment all morning while having a glass of wine with my neighbor. I kicked him out over an hour ago but he couldn'...
The front door slammed. He was here... As I lay on my large king size bed, sheet covers crisp and white, the fragrant smell of washing powder filled the room making me feel relaxed yet aroused. Sweat beads gathered on the surface of my soft, tanned body, causing my skin to glisten in anticipation. I could feel my heart pumping through my chest as I began...
Author's Note: This is my very first erotic story ever so would appreciate any and all feedback you might have. Hope you enjoy it. Acknowledgements: Credit to 'naughtynotnaked' for challenging me to write an erotic story based on a photograph. That was one hell of a photograph girl. ;) ***** The summer heat was starting to get to her. The prospect of spen...
A normal married woman is content to live out her entire life in monogamy. She enjoys the comfort and security of marriage and she doesn't want to go beyond it's bounds. She and her husband will explore and experiment with their sexuality but if it comes to sex with another man, she will not cross that line. This frustrates many husbands who want to see the...
The next day Kirsty had three messages, one from Simon again asking to meet up again for her mouth to do some action, another message was from a man named Pete and the third was asking if she was into meeting two guys at the same time. Kirsty only responded to Simon and Pete, she didn't feel safe meeting two men together in a park late at night. She arranged...