v If I dared to cover my ass with my hands she would deliver at least 10 extra smacks really hard. I was told to kneel with my butt high in the air at least once a day while she took great pleasure in my punishment. After my "whipping" I would beg her to allow me to lick her until she said to stop, as I was her pussy slave. If I did not please her satisfacto...
I was standing by the door of the bar outside my apartment when I saw Sammy coming up the street. She was wearing a loose fitting sleeveless white summer dress and her hair was arranged in pigtails which cascaded over her pretty bare shoulders and came to rest on each of her delightful little breasts. The fragile straps of her white brassiere showed beyond h...
We were introduced to swinging by a couple named Joe and Karen. They were both into garter belt, nylons and heels, which my wife and I both loved. Neither of the girls is bisexual but they use to love to put on a show for Joe and I. When we got to the hotel room, Joe and I set up the video equipment and the girls got some ice for the champagne we had brou...
As I blew on Karen's toes to dry the cherry red polish I'd just applied to them, I glanced over at her other foot, also propped up on the sofa, with it's already painted toes shining brightly in the light of the reading lamp on the end table. Having used the quick-dry polish, I knew that that cute quintet of piggies had long since dried and could have the wa...
Elaine was a twenty-something brunette with two of the most gorgeous legs and feet I've ever seen. She often wore open-toed, sling-back low-heeled shoes, so I could see most of her delicious foot. She usually wore flesh-colored nylons which just showed off her amazing, muscular legs. Even though she wasn't tall, she may have been about 5'6", she still had le...
Kiesha Williams was on her way home from a long day behind a check-out counter at a local supermarket. At fifty seven Kiesha was divorced, her children had grown up and left the nest. She had long black dreadlocks that stopped at her neck, touching just and she had the tips and some of the dreads dyed dark blue. She wore matching blue eye shadow, and liner....
Note: I've written this story several years ago in my native language (Dutch) and under a different penname (Trident). This is an English translation and is slightly altered in places. It was Wednesday February 15th, 17:15 p.m., and John Ventura is a commuter, waiting for his train to take him home from an unnamed train station in Chicago. He was waiting...
It may be a stereotype - and most likely an undeserved one - but we men usually do make fun of our women when they go shopping. We groan and roll our eyes, wincing at the thought of our depleted checking accounts and/or huge balances on credit cards, even if our ladies earn their own paychecks and have every right to shop as much as they want. We call them s...
After that night of hot encounters with my stepsister and her cheerleader friends, which involved steamy sex and their pantyhose, I wound up attending almost all the football games they were cheering in; I just couldn't get enough of watching these young women in their hot cheerleader uniforms and gorgeous legs, wearing pretty tops, skirts, white socks, snea...
I stood out of bed naked, took Nanas hand and followed her to her bedroom. Her bed was huge and the room was very feminine with rose walls in a soft light and a lovely sense of perfume. Nana went to the bedside and turned on a lamp. She sat down on the bed and crossed her legs looking at me with a beautiful smile. "You are so sweet," she said while stretchi...