This is the second chapter in my story of sexual awakening and the many thresholds I crossed one glorious summer a few years back. The first installment was reclassified under BDSM, a gesture with which I take issue. True, I had placed my trust in the hands of a man who was directing and instructing me, but to me this is not BDSM, certainly not as I have sin...
Sunday mornings in the apartment I share with Ebony are always lazy and relaxed. I was up and around first making some coffee when Ebony's bedroom door opened and she emerged, yawning and rubbing her eyes. "Hi Candy, what time is it?" she asked. "Almost eleven fifteen," I replied. "Jesus," "how did I manage to sleep so long?" The sight of Ebony's silk...
This chapter is available in two different versions. The one here in "BDSM" and one in "Loving Wives," which is not quite as rough. Carol chose. You choose. --------------------------------------- Carol lay in a heap, her body nestled in the crook of Mike Burke's knees, her right arm draped over his pistoning butt, her head on the arm of the love-seat, and...
Hi, my name is Christine, Christine Harton, I am 37, married nearly 20 years, love my husband even now, never been unfaithful, I've never wanted to be, even though I am good looking enough to have got just about any man I know, or even don't know if I wanted. I have felt like it a few times, but never given in to temptation, well, not until I was forced int...
After 15 years of marriage, Ellen seemed to believe she was the straw that stirred the drink. We both worked, and I made slightly more money than she, but gradually she had begun to feel she owned the controlling interest in our marriage. I suppose we call that controlling interest 'pussy'. I don't know exactly when it started, but Ellen used sex to achieve...
"Wahid, what would you do without me?" says my lady Nadira Singh as she lay against me, her lovely face covered in a fine sheen of sweat after some passionate lovemaking. I smiled and gently stroked her lovely face, then kissed Nadira on the forehead. What would my so-called life be like without her? I shudder to think. I found a rare treasure in this vivaci...
Sally turned off the overhead light to her office and closed the door. She was in such a hurry to leave, that she almost forgot that the front door to the building where she worked had a double-keyed lock, and that it was always locked promptly every Friday at 5 p.m. It was now going on 6:30, and she could hardly wait to get home and set into motion the spec...
Art and Jane were staying in London for two weeks having arrived nearly a week ago from their home in California. They'd been out to lunch with Mavis, an English friend they'd know from home, and it was time to start moving on. They'd talked for about an hour after eating, and the staff at the restaurant wanted to clean up and have a break before dinner. Th...
It was a sunny day, a weekday, so I decided this would be the perfect time to do something about my white body. I had spent the last two months working out and dieting trying to recreate myself in a more acceptable image. I was a little tired of isolation. Now it was time. However, I was still very self-conscious and my self esteem hadn't gone up as the num...
In perfect monday morning fashion, the rain began to fall the moment Charlie stepped out of his car at the train station. With a heavy sigh, he pulled out his umbrella, but then decided it wasn't raining quite hard enough to open it... and instead walked quickly towards the station. He passed familiar faces, standing along the tracks, peering into the distan...