She couldn't remember the last time she had cum so many times. Her head was a numb dizzying blur of one orgasm after the next as her entire body was assaulted with the sensation of pantyhose on tights on nylons rubbing, grinding and penetrating her. Looking down she saw two pairs of eyes. One pair were blazing emerald green as they looked up at her from a to...
After my little car trip it was difficult for me to keep my mind on the mundane routine of work and home life. I needed something to satisfy my now not so latent desires to have fun. And since Eric's birthday was coming up, I thought that it would be a very unique present to take him panty shopping. I had no idea that he had some birthday present ideas of...
(My name is David Thornberry. It happened when I was just 18 in 1958 and I have to admit that I still feel rather ashamed at what I did. One of my parents' closest friends had just died. He was a well respected member of the village His funeral was to take place at his place of birth which was at the other end of the country. My parents planned to pay the...
"What the hell am I doing here at this hour," Carl said out loud to no one in particular, "man was not made to lift weights at midnight!" For over a year Carl Nevins had been working out three nights a week at the "Barbell Club", trying in vain to build up his underdeveloped body. Diets, protein shakes, aerobics, weight machines, and now free weight training...
The rules are simple. No hands. You sit quietly in the chair and cannot touch my cock or balls with your hands. I will do all the work. You can touch yourself all you want, but not my cock or balls. You can touch my ass or my legs or my chest or my nipples, just not my cock or balls. Oh yeah, and no talking. OK? Good! Let's get started. I like the office c...
My long widowed mother-in-law, Ann, and i were left alone forthe week, when all the other family members went to the Mardi Gras in NewOrleans recently. We, of course did not mind at all. After leaving work thefirst day, Ann called and said to pick her up at her house at 7:00 pm. forareally "different" evening.! I arrived on time, and went in to get Ann. My...
The story continues. Reading my previous submissions may help you appreciate what's about to take place next. However, the story also stands on its own. The shower was nearly over, but the real journey had not even begun. He had never experienced anything even close to living out this lifelong fantasy. Being dressed and used as a plaything, a slave, to...
If you are reading this series for the first time,it does start with "A BusinessWoman's Journal April'10" and progresses through the calendar just as a diary would. February 2011 Tuesday, February 2, 2011 My husband kind of sprung on me that I could join him on a trip to Florida this upcoming weekend where he was attending a seminar. He thought that I m...
When I was 18 my family lived in the English Midlands. My parents both worked for a pharmaceutical firm and they were working at its English subsidiary. We lived in a small village about 20 miles outside of Birmingham. Because both my parents worked they could afford to send me to a public school—which in England means a private school. The school was...
She wasn't used to wearing pantyhose anymore. It was an antique from another life, linked so closely with her teenaged memories of Sunday service, feeling the hard wooden pews through the thin nylon layer. And yet it clung to her every curve and rubbed so sensually against her shaved pussy that it turned those prim memories into something modern and almost d...