-While Frank was in the living room watching TV, Santa was in the den, making Merry!- Was the Christmas of 1988 the season to be jolly?? For some, maybe, but I, Will Schreiber, was having a particularly bad day How bad?? Well, I'd give it a 1.2 on the open ended HO-HO-HO scale. My misery peaked just before my 3:30 pm break when the dishwater blonde came w...
My name is Harry A. Pitt. Of course, this is not the name I was given at birth, but my old name doesn't matter. Harry A. Pitt is 100% legal. It's even on my driver's license. I changed my name as a protest against man's enduring tyranny over his true better: woman. More specifically, a protest against just one of the many manifestations of this tyranny evid...
I have had the pleasure of dating some incredibly beautiful and incredibly kinky girlfriends over the years. These are all true stories, and I'm sharing them not to bolster my own ego, but to let all the good men out there know that if you respect a woman, treat her as an equal and support her when needed, you too can find yourself in any one of these crazy...
====WARNING!!!WARNING!!!========= This is THE most perverted story I have EVER written (so far!). It covers many topics, F/F, D/S. Humil, WS, Scat and a few things that I don't think even HAVE abbreviations. However, it does NOT have incest, pedo, S&M or snuff. It IS extremely scatological, however. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! If you don't like the sound of th...
On Sunday, Maggie cuts the liner out of the faux plaid flannel running skirt. It fits tight, and she plans on wearing it next weekend when Will will ask her to run up the logging road again. In fact, she's going to wear it on Monday at lunch as a prelude, a tease, to make him want to ask her again. She can't get it out of her head, and she's nothing but wet...
Kirk was known to be a no nonsense kind of guy when it came to running his business. He'd built it up and helped blossom his company into a medium-sized corporation with good prospects. He was a fair and understanding guy though. But he didn't suffer fools gladly. On this particular day, it appeared Kirk had a godsend; he had a block of free time to catch u...
The second round always makes or breaks the relationship. After 5 years of sexual tension, a few hours out on the town, and some illegal substance we had finally scratched the itch that had plagued us for so long. Another 5 months later, we started feeling that itch again. Through flirty text messages where I told him my bed was cold and needed it to be wa...
Chapter 6 -- The Proof is in the Pussy Not long after my brother-in-law's protracted stay with us he got a terrific job offer that required him to move some distance away. I couldn't help but feel some of the same crushing heartbreak they both were experiencing as they said their tearful farewells. Now their incestuous affairs (and Andy's voluminous creampi...
As I drove home that evening I had the replay of the days events running on a loop in my mind. I can't believe I paraded around in panties at lingerie store in front of strange women at the instruction of my new mistress. Hell, I signed a contract to obey her no matter what she says! Then I begged to jack off in front of her. I'm even a panty wearing sissy n...
The following is collaborative effort between my friend Becky and me. We hope you enjoy it . . . * Becky stepped from the shower and walked into the master bedroom. Her body sparkled in the candlelight that lit the room. A moonbeam, streaming in through the open french doors, danced on the silver chain that encircled her neck, and draped lazily across the...