This second chapter is a bit more spicy. Also I'm introducing a little plot, to make it more interesting. Hope you enjoy! Red8_2Play ***** The cafeteria is full of people when I cross the threshold. Luc had kept a seat for me, and after selecting my lunch from the counter, I walk to his table. He's sitting with Louise and Sara, chatting about some plan...
This is a story about some foot worship and wife using a prostate toy on me. If it's not you thing please move on. ***** The day my wife asked me about her using a strap on kind of got my attention and not really in a great way. Like most guys the thought of something like that just never entered my head. I asked her where she got the idea thinking it was...
Anita sat on the edge of the bench at the end of the aisle, trying on another pair of heels. She admired them in the mirror, analyzing her pantyhosed feet. We had been shopping for over an hour and this was only the first store we had gone to. Most men would be bored of this but not me. Anita preyed on my nylon fetish viciously, especially in public. She en...
Kim McCall shifted her body slightly, scarcely aware of what she was doing. Her attention was focused on the sight in front of her. She watched the bounce, now slow, now quick. She watched the dangle and the recovering. It was as though she was hypnotized, or perhaps had become some little animal mesmerized by the predator before her. The soft, soothing voic...
This is a work of fiction although some things actually happened with my wife! I had known Janice for some time but never really talked to her. It's like that in a local bar; you see people but never really get to know them. Anyhow she worked at the hospital as a nurse and always wore the old fashion nurse uniform of white skirt and hose. Every time she c...
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...
Chapter One - Kim Mike was the prototypical playboy. He went out to the clubs and parties on weekends and every time he would get a woman drunk, take her back to his place and bang the hell out of her. However, that isn't the problem with Mike, the thing that I hate about him most is what he does after he bangs them. Mike gets the clearly wasted women to si...
"Open your fucking mouth!" the sensually cruel Mistress Persephone demanded, shoving Her precious toes deep into my gaping mouth. "Lick them clean, it's punishment time," She ordered, alternating between slapping my face and forcing Her sexy feet deep down my throat. My cheeks stung from Her leather gloves, adding to the intense sensations as I orally worshi...
The pile of sofa cushions on the balcony brought back the night's memories to Bill when he walked out onto the balcony and into the early morning sun. The beach umbrellas were not yet up and there were more birds than people on the beach. He watched the gulls and the long-legged birds running along the water's edge clean up the beach from the nighttime parti...
Nothing had ever happened except pleasant exchanges between us. Margaret was a widow who had moved into the flat next to mine some two years earlier. I imagined that she must be in her early sixties, and had led an uneventful life. On a couple of occasions we had shared a late afternoon tea, and being a typical male, I had found myself taking the chance to e...