Daniel Matthew Morganson strode down the hallway, his Florsheims clicking authoritatively against the marble-lined floors. Colleagues of the eminent lawyer quickly sidestepped out of his way, accustomed to his manic depressive bouts of anger and clients looked after him with a mixture of fear and awe. After all, he was Daniel Morganson and at the age of thir...
by Oldfarticus (originally written long ago under the name "DOM.") * I wondered what was going through my Glenda's mind. She looks great to me, but she is in her late 30s and all those little cupies working in her office were a bit on the wild side. Still, she assured me, she "had" to go to the bachelorette party -- it was for her secretary. This definitel...
He brought flowers again, this time a spring mix of daffodils and tulips that made her grin sweetly and dinner was filled with laughter and conversation. Daniel learned things about Yasmina that he knew no one else knew; things about her childhood and growing up as an only child in Pittsburgh. He still saw her as his mistress, the beautiful woman who would t...
Daniel watched as Yasmina unbuckled the strap-on's harness and dropped it to the floor, crawling onto the bed and spreading her legs. His mouth immediately watered at the sight of her shaved pussy. Creamy brown skin covered the outer and inner lips and when she parted them, he glimpsed the perfect inside of an exquisite flower. Dark pink converged with light...
'In Paris, its good to smell like you've been fucking to make them respect you.'- Killing Zoe, 1994 I had landed back in Paris after a few years break from the city of love and lust. The French attitude to sex has fascinated me since I first encountered the Marquis de Sade, his incest and days of Sodom. Expressive, direct, lustful, wanton and uninhibited. T...
No explicit sex. "You'll have to make your own dinner tonight." That's the way my wife greeted me when I got home from work that Friday evening. Helen walked into the living room fiddling with an earring. "I'm going out dancing with friends." I stared at her in disbelief. She was wearing a short black dress with a plunging neckline held up by four spaghet...
His mouth was dry, his hands were sweaty and his heart was pounding like a jackhammer in his chest. She stood just inches away, swathed in purple satin and radiating the charm of a well-loved Mistress, surrounded by protective slaves. Frank parted the crowd and fell to his feet in front of her, prostrating himself and lovingly licking her instep when she pre...
A husband wants to know where all the white women in his conservative suburban town really go at night (NOT knitting circles and gin rummy!) * Rick's wife Dina goes out nights and doesn't come back until late - looking disheveled. She says she's going to crochet and knitting circles or Tupperware parties or girl movie night or scrapbooking or Oprah book cl...
I had no intention of leaving her there that long, nor was I ever leaving the premises as I'd led her to believe. I stood nearby just observing the beauty of her magnificent display of submission, watching carefully for the first sign of real misery. I would let her be uncomfortable for a bit, but once it crossed the line to agony, it was over. A Master str...
My wife, Connie, and Laura were friends who'd met at the gym. Laura had recently ended a relationship with her latest beau and Connie was being especially solicitous towards her. Laura is an attractive redhead and, when Connie brought her home from their workout one evening, I was more than a little happy to see her. Together they rustled up a quick but non...