"Fetch the cane." Despite the warm summer weather Ruth shivers at his instruction, her apprehension based on rueful experience. Her husband's tone of voice implies an expectation of unquestioning and immediate obedience. Unsuccessfully attempting to quell a sudden flash of arousal she clenches her thighs. Heart racing Ruth forces herself to calm down; walk s...
Well, the same thing happened after our conversation. I dozed and drifted for a half hour more after we hung up, talking to you and then realizing you had already said "Goodnight", and then talking to you again in my dream-fog, until I finally forced myself to get out of the chair and go to sleep. I slept straight thru ... not even waking to pee in the middl...
I sat at a corner table and looked around the coffee house. As I sipped my coffee, I nervously looked for a girl who I would submit to for the evening. I had recently joined a lesbian group online; it was a group that catered to a specific fetish. Older, mature women looking for young pussy to dominate them. I had cum so many times fantasizing about serving...
When my Statistics class drew to an end, I raced out of the room while struggling to keep from crying. I'd never gotten anything less than an 'A' on a test. And my very first quiz in my Freshman year at University I'd bombed with a 'B'. I was devastated. As I dashed down the hallway, I passed a bulletin board and a pink slip of paper caught my eye. It was h...
At one point I flashed back to the Felliniesque moment I experienced, sitting on the floor of the baths in St. Petersburg, the babushkas surrounding me, beating me with the banyan leaves. Not that there was anything sexual then, but this moment was reminiscent of the physical sensations - the circulation being brought to the surface, feeling like raw, pure e...
**Hi y'all this is my first story ever so please be nice, but truthful, with me please. I appreciate any and all feedback its how I grow! Now I know that this story is a bit short and I am sorry but I just didn't see the point in getting half way into a story if nobody is going to read it...so you, the reader, are going to decide for me( yes I know hard to b...
Several months had passed since dinner with Jenny and although we had decided not to have a relationship, as such, we had now become friends with benefits or, rather more directly, fuck buddies, as Jenny calls it. Each free to do as we liked, with who ever we liked. So we met up from time to time for what Jenny calls a jolly good shag. I had recently had th...
This is the second story in a series of tales about a group of 50 year olds. Prologue On the previous Friday night, Maureen had held a birthday party at her house. Debbie had decided to play a prank on Dan who, although older than the four women that he worked with, was nonetheless fancied by each of them. In effect, at Debbie's instigation, the four wome...
[This is part of a series, and you likely will enjoy it more if you have read the earlier installments, but it is not critical to read them. There is some limited reference to bodily functions so those offended by such mention should read no further. All characters are over 18.] * Deirdre Carmody was enjoying her visit to her niece Laura Franklin's weekend...
Larry Parker had just put another shift for Candid Films Inc.; as a filmstrip editor for a small-time porno outfit, he had seen his fair share of sleaze, and was bored with the same old scenarios of 'stud meets bimbo by chance and ends up filling her well-used gash with cream'. He yearned for something a little more erotic, and had been peddling his talents...