I wrote this story because I hate the attitude of the husband in the story. It is bad enough that he wants to stay with his slut wife. What is even worse, he lets another man profit of his wife as well as allows his wife to sell herself cheaply. It is not only immoral; he is an idiot and belongs on the Jerry Springer Show! All persons are not real. I tried...
Dirty sex or is that really dirty sex? The difference to be honest, is often nothing more than a Johnson and Johnson wipe. With tensions high, lust in the air, it's so easy to forget the most basic of hygiene tricks that can really prevent putting a damper on good clean sex. It maybe curiosity or pure voyeurism that has led me to delved into the inner world...
They stand over you, watching. A look of amusement fills Her eyes and She bites Her bottom lip. He, on the other hand, seems completely uninterested in you. Instead His eyes keep flickering in Her direction. "Have fun, boys." She coos then returns to the sofa on the other side of the room. you know why She's not watching. Swallowing jealousy was never easy f...
He had been begging me since we met to take him out, dressed as a woman. At 6'3", it was going to be a challenge to make him look like any kind of a lady. She told him to lie on the bed, where she tied his arms and his legs to the bedposts. Her favorite position for him, face-up. He never knew what to expect when she did this to him. He couldn't help but g...
Lulu had me pretty much trained at this point. Her voice alone could give me an erection, and she knew it. Over the phone, whenever she sensed I might be straying or trying to establish some kind of independence, she would lower her voice and it would hit me. Did I really not want to come by and weed her driveway? Was I sure? I told her that it wasn't fair a...
Lisa Keller groaned, as much in shame and humiliation, as in budding pleasure as she thought about the chain of events that had brought her to this place of her incipient adultery. She had not wanted to go to this party, but her husband had insisted. They had only been married for six months, and they had moved into this country club neighborhood, into a hom...
This is the story of how Cassy met her Master and the events that led to him to send her to the clinic in the series "Finding Home." If you have not already read "Finding Home", I would encourage you to read those stories as well. Enjoy. Xantu. In the cab Cassy's mind was a kaleidescope of images and feelings. What did he mean? What did he want? He said h...
Joanna blew lightly on the nails of her right hand. The polish is supposed to be "Insta-dry" but that wasn't always the truth. In a few minutes she would add the "Ultra Shiny" final coat. She loved the deep reds for nail polish but did change it up occasionally. "You are so beautiful." Joanna froze. She realized that she hadn't let anyone into the house e...
There was a knock on the door. She got up, threw me my tee-shirt and boxers and hurriedly dressed in her skirt and top. She opened the door and invited the people in. It seemed everyone was talking at once. The group comprised of two guys and an Asian girl. I hoped they didn't mind the sight of me in my boxers, but nobody seemed to bother. They talked for s...
I've done something appalling, something that I have tried to stop doing but can't. No matter how severely I berate myself with a vow never to repeat my actions in moments of remorse, I can't resist such an overwhelming power. It's not lust; lust is such a puny word when I compare it to the wash of sheer, irresistible craving that I feel. Ha! Lust, desire,...