This is one letter of a series of letters written by a little cutie in her mid forties, to her husband. She is very pretty and in excellent shape. He just loves to read about what she did and he's asked her to record anything sensual or sexual that happens to her. If she remembers things from the past she writes them down too. She uses terms he likes her t...
My wife has always had a kinky rape fantasy where she gets fucked hard and used by a complete stranger. No beating or extreme pain just held down and used against her will. She told me this a few years ago when we were sharing some of our fantasies together. On a few occasions when she was wearing a skirt I would pin her down rip off her panties and fuck her...
It was a hot night in July. The air was so thick it could have been compared to walking through jello. The air conditioning was broken at the Madison residence and Maid Sophie was busy cleaning up from dinner. "Sophie did you call the repairman?" shouted Bruce Madison. "Yes sir, I called them twice and left a message each time." She responded uneasily. She...
Candace Biggerstaff sat at her security desk, scanning the monitors for ... well, nothing really. Friday evenings at the Wasserman building were typically nothing more than a one-way flow of businessmen and women who simply could not get out soon enough. Sure, there were always the ones who worked later into the evenings, but even they were fewer on a holida...
The repairman parked his service van in the driveway of the well-kept Tudor house in Lakewood and shut off the engine. Guzzling the dregs of his doughnut-shop coffee, he climbed out and went to the rear, where he opened the double doors and slid his tool-box out. He carried it to the front door of the residence, whistling the tune from a nonsense-rhyme his d...
Every week I am sent to this particular hotel on an assignment. I have the room key already. I'm there to meet a mystery lover. He has given me specific instructions. I pull the curtains together to darken the room... I undress putting my skirt and blouse on a chair, leaving my stockings and high heels on as instructed.... I then kneel on a foot stool at the...
It was Friday and Lori was in the middle of moving. She found an apartment she could afford within a few days of leaving Mel and was able to move in because the job interview she had went well. Mr. Davis, the man who called her, seemed very nice, and offered her a job at a much higher salary than she expected to get. She was due to start work the next Monda...
The voices were low, a small buzz that paired with the organ music. I watched as my Aunt Helen dabbed her eyes and wailed, "Oh, he looks so natural!" Natural! I looked dead! Never mind, her heart was in the right place. Looking down on myself in my coffin, I wondered how I had come to this. It brought back the old Three Stooges line, "Dead! I don't want to b...
Lila's eyes popped open in the still-dark room, her heart pounding and her body already aching with lust. She had just had a most erotic dream about Richard. He was her friend and lover, the man who filled her thoughts and, apparently, her dreams. They had never met. At least, not formally or in the traditional sense. They did meet online one very memorable...
After 12 months of putting this off, I have decided to do a sequel to this story. So many readers have requested one – so here goes. Jean woke up the morning after the storm. She remembered that the washing machine had broken and that someone had fixed it for her. She had been so tired after the bout of housework she had previously done that day, that she h...