Twenty-Two More Questions Summary: 22 questions asked by readers answered. NOTE: Thanks to Tex Beethoven and Robert for editing. I wrote the essay Twenty Questions in December 2017 and Twenty-one More Questions in 2018. I answered the following questions, in case you want to read them. 1. Are you really a teacher? 2. How often do you wear nylons? 3. Wh...
Authors note: This is the fifth and final part of my story, and I believe I have saved the best for last. Thank you to those of you who've read the first four parts. For those readers who are new to The Gentlemen's Panty Club, I have included a short cheat sheet in this note, listing the major characters and a few significant details about them, that should...
I would appreciate if readers would rate and comment on this chapter. ***** Lillie and I had had a wonderful time, and I was enthusiastic about what a great pupil of perversion she had turned out to be. After Jason served us our breakfast, Lillie and I had our cigars on the patio and, afterward, she got ready to leave. She had a wicked glimmer in her eyes,...
"Honey, where are the candles?" you ask. "In the kitchen, by the window. The lighter is already upstairs." It is late, and we head upstairs to my room, ostensibly to sleep. But despite our mutual emotional exhaustion from the busy and complicated lives we lead, sleep is not high on our list of priorities. You've lit enough candles to light the room with...
Greetings, people of the world. Amy here. I'm an escort operating in the neighborhood of Vanier, Ontario. Got a story to share with you folks. If you saw me coming, you'd think I were the angelic gal next door, and that's how I like it. I'm five-foot-seven, with long blonde hair and green eyes, curves where it counts, and one hell of a butt. Yup, I'm that wh...
"So? Punish me already!" Elena said. She'd again left trash in the car after Seth had washed it. "You are so walking into a danger zone," Seth told her, a stern look on his face. He said this ignoring the fact that they had two couples over for a nice dinner. Her insolence got to him on a regular basis. He and Elena had a routine they liked to do when she...
A week ago Lisa had hung me from a hook and more or less savaged me, leaving bruises, hickies, bite and lash marks all over my torso, and my muscles fatigued and sore. The third day after, while I was trying to find a position in bed that wasn't painful, she came in naked, with sad eyes. She pulled the covers back and looked at my marked body. The bruises we...
The root of all problems in the Black community isn't the White man. Black people have got to stop playing victim and accept responsibility for their actions. My name is Christina Xavier. A tall young Black woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I hold a Journalism degree from the University of Toronto, and presently, I'm doing an investiga...
Black men are pathologically afraid of dominant women with strap-on dildos, it seems. My name is Rosa Thompson, and I'm a young woman of British descent living in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario. I moved there from my hometown of Gloucester in southwestern England. I attend the University of Toronto, where I major in Criminology. For fun I like to g...
She had suspected for a long time but had never had the courage to confront him. She had always been willing to try anything sexually, but she could never quite put her finger on where all his new ideas came from. Was he never satisfied? Was she enough? For her it was about the emotion but for him it had always seemed more about the act. Not that she was com...