I was eighteen. I thought I knew what life was all about; thinking back, I was dreadfully earnest. I'd been watching the news with my parents for years, and seeing the fall of the Berlin wall and the breakup of the USSR as slowly developing trends, I felt like I was ready to school Kissinger in foreign relations. When the other kids were out making the mista...
Mark Holloway groaned as he sat up in bed and reached behind him to touch Madison. It was six o'clock on Saturday morning in Birmingham, Alabama. His hand met only a cool pillow and undisturbed sheets. Then he recalled with an increase in his heartbeat that she was due to arrive at the Birmingham International Airport later in the afternoon. She could do won...
When I woke up, it was 6:36 am. I could feel a warm body snuggled up affectionately against mine. I listened to the sound of soft, gentle breathing and realized that it was Lyndsay. She had one arm around my waist and one of her legs interposed between my two legs. We were both lying on our sides and Lyndsay was spooning me. It was a warm, wonderful way...
Humiliation training Phase one. "Did you enjoy our little picnic, kgotso?" "Yes Mistress. Very much." "Good, because we will be enjoying a great deal more outdoor play before the cold weather arrives, and who knows, perhaps right through the Winter!" I shudder at the thought of being bound outdoors in the cold, but I know deep down that Mistress loves Her...
I slept like a log. I was so worn out from being used in public like I had been over the last few days and to be made air tight 3 different times with big hard cocks. Wow, I don't know how I did it. If it hadn't been that I was getting paid for all of this, I would never even think of doing it. Then, I remember that Dana said the town was taking up a collec...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Portrait of a Modern Marriage Part 8 Old Routines & New Beginnings The rest of the school term passed without much else happening with regards to Claire and I indulging in our new lifestyle. We had a couple more 'swaps' with Lizzie and George but that was it really. Lizzie by that time was really getting into the submissive thing and, whilst I was more th...
Jenny was more than a little nervous as she watched the taxi pull away -- terrified was more like it. The bus trip had been scary enough. Never having ventured beyond her front door dressed en femme, she had ridden a bus 700 miles to a strange city, looking like a low-classed slut. Here she was, at last, on the doorstep of a man she had never met in person b...
Chapter 9 "Odd Bedfellows" "Fuck me," Stacey said, in a voice drained of emotion, her face devoid of colour. "Excuse me?" Dr. Taylor replied, with a raised eyebrow. "That's not possible," Stacey replied in the same stunned manner as she sat on the exam bed. "It's quite normal for a woman to conceive this soon after giving birth," Dr. Taylor assured as h...
My name is Todd. I am a 'Middle America', male W.A.S.P. who is edging closer to the big four zero. I married my college girlfriend, Lynn, who is three years my senior, when I was just under twenty. I got my degree, got a job and started a family soon after. In the twenty years since then Lynn and I have developed an intimacy based on trust, knowledge and ex...