Please give me the support of your vote. * Walter masturbates himself while watching his shapely neighbor cleaning her kitchen in her sexy nightgown. Bill worked long hours as a desk sergeant and wasn't always home to care for such a beautiful woman. As far as Walter was concerned, if Tiffany was his wife, he'd never leave her side but realistically, he'd...
To refresh your memory here is how the fourth part ended: When we switched on the 'Third Eye' we saw Madhu lying on the bed and Rekha was pacing the floor. 'Oh Rekha Sahebji uncle is so handsome I am looking forward to be fucked by him' Madhu said enthusiastically. 'You may be but not me' Rekha replied. 'Why? What happened? In the train you were so impa...
Dear Mistress, Thank you so much for marking boy's buttocks like that with your favourite paddle, that special one with your name on it. I like feeling the marks that you leave on my skin, running my fingers over the fattened reddened lines. Please may boy show his appreciation Mistress. Please could boy be allowed to give Mistress a massage. He has some sp...
Keep adding me to your favorites list and vote and I will keep telling you real stories about our Lifestyle. This is a fictional story based on fact. Names and locations have been changed to protect my identity and my wife's identity. If you recognize the events told here, do not let me know. I have changed enough of the story so as not to incriminate our fr...
Author's Note: I love Country Music. I know for many you are hanging your head and saying 'why Red... why?' I really like George Straight's song She Let Herself Go and I started a series with that title, but the woman in that story is different from this character. The character in She Let Herself Go is just as special to me, but as I looked back and reflect...
Jim sat in front of a studio audience on a leather couch. The chubby fellow, with a receding hairline, donned a nice business suit. His fingers and wrist decorated with gold. While showing a wide grin, he waved to the applause. The silver-headed host stood at the edge of the platform with a microphone in hand. "Welcome back toooo..." The audience shouted i...
I wasn't so surprised, this time around, to see Abigail on my client list for another massage session. Part of me was wondering if she would stay away, but she had clearly enjoyed her massage and fucking session last time. She hadn't reported me for lewd behavior. So I knew there was a chance that she would return. But I was definitely pleased. I had, ever...
About a month after the downtown gang-bang (see, A Bun in the Oven Pt.1 and 2), I received an excited call from Bing. She had missed her period a week back. I knew she had planned to do a pregnancy test. "I pregnant. I pregnant," she squealed. "That's wonderful Bing. Congratulations," I replied, with some relief. We met the next day at a tea shop. Bing wa...
This story may not make much sense if you have not read the previous chapters. I hope you enjoy it. ***** Part 12 Time to put things right. It was late on Sunday morning as I looked out of my window at the dark clouds that covered our island. The wind battered the trees and made a noise like thunder. We didn't suffer many storms but when they did come, t...
It was a rainy and cold day. The kind of day that makes your bones ache and where you just don't want to leave the comfort of your bed. However, our time together is limited and since we don't control the weather we had to make due. The sound of the rain on the roof of the tiny cabin we were in was actually kind of relaxing. The darkness of the clouds also s...