The following day, Wednesday, I managed to last until late morning at work before I just had to ring Steven for permission to pee. This time he directed me to remove my panties at my desk before going to the toilet. Embarrassed, I slowly worked my panties along my thighs before quickly reaching down and slipping them off. He had directed me to drop them in t...
It's the next day and it's still raining. You still feel a contented glow, from the previous day's orgasm. You catch sight of your high heels with the snapped straps and you smile. You go about your uneventful day and evening comes. You had been trying to ignore it, but your desire has been growing throughout the day, your body obviously wanting more of the...
In the words of my ex-Stepmom's mother, Estelle, Johnny, you're a naughty boy. In one short day, a 24-hour period from Christmas Eve to Christmas evening, I not only had sex with my Stepmom, Carol, but also with her bi-sexual girlfriend, Debbie. Then, while they were out going house to house in the neighborhood spreading their Christmas cheer with their neig...
In the story, "I Married a Blow Job Queen", I reluctantly told the tale about my wife, Nancy Jean, and her proclivity to sample an assortment of cocks. I learned that she was very orally active in her younger days, and those trait, unbeknownst to be, continued outside the matrimonial bedroom. Please take the time to read that tale before reading this follow-...
Myka had been hit before. She'd been in car accidents before. The thing about that kind of pain was that you whited out. There was a point where you just overloaded and all the pain in the world was just a dull ache. That was bad in its own way. There was always the fear that a nerve had pinched or a vertebra had shattered or something, anything, had gone wr...
Tracey Golden watched as her daughters and mother romped on the couch. They were in the heat of lesbian lust, oblivious to their surroundings. Having her mother here had been a blessing, she had helped Tracey out with housework and other such necessary chores, plus her kinky, whorish mother had helped keep the little nymphos sexually satisfied when Tracey gr...
A collaborative effort. Olga: Stream after stream of hot water cascades down my soft, exhausted body. Standing beneath the gentle massage of the water jets I feel the tension draining from me, leaving me feeling light, relaxed but also weak and tender. Slowly I begin to lather myself, starting with my arms, moving upwards in a smooth, sensual motion toward...
"Go on, go on. No one's looking." Betty quiveringly drew in a deep breath and held it in her lungs. Why was her friend asking her to do this? Was it part of some kind of game? It seemed so weird, but she couldn't bring it upon herself to protest. It was hard to say no to Eugenia. She exhaled, then clutched the sides of her skirt and began to lift it up. A...
My classes are surprisingly popular. Don't get me wrong, they're pretty much the best in the faculty. My teaching is of the highest intellectual calibre, and the seminar discussions are usually informed, lively and stimulating. No, the reason my popularity surprises me is that certain students - attractive female ones, to be precise - run a serious risk of...
Dozing. That deliciously indescribable feeling that one gets when one groggily fights up from the depths of sleep, neurons struggling to fire awake the mind and command the body once more to move, muscle by muscle, out of the warm cocoon of the flannel sheets to fight on yet another day. That delicious moment when I momentarily shake the hanging cobwebs from...