A little background info on this one. I had been talking to Maurice for a few weeks and was supposed to drive and meet him, I backed out at the last minute and then began tormenting him through texts, it wasn't very nice. We finally established that he would drive to me in the evening. I took off of work early, showered, shaved, and cleaned my place up. I s...
Penis envy? I don't think so, but sometimes I crave the power of the penis. The visualization of standing and stroking my rock hard cock above a writhing, wet, hot female on the bed, knowing that oh soon I will be driving my erection deep inside of her, pounding her until I cum... Is interesting to say the least. So here it goes... Lying next to her, smell...
It was in the middle of summer, on a rainy, gloomy day that I was pretty bored. I was the only one home for the whole day, but I had nothing to do. As I watched TV around noon, I got a call from my friend Pat asking if I wanted to lift weights soon. I said OK since I had been meaning to start lifting for a while, and Pat said he'd come over my house since I...
It's amazing to wake up without an alarm clock. With no plans, no reason to jump out of bed, she is able to slowly wake up. Cocooned in warm blankets, the ceiling fan blowing cooler air over exposed skin, she is in that half-asleep accepting place when he begins. He starts with nipples. Soft, gentle, teasing touches brushing through clothing. Across the nip...
The Keeper of the King's Bedchamber was a middle aged Grumandrian woman, with long, quite greasy hair, and a worn face. She had been beautiful once, her features showed it, but her skin was marked with experience, and the furrows and crevices of worry ran across her face. In fact she had been much used by the King herself in the past, back in Grumandria and...
I'm kind of grown-up now. I have always been artistic, but while I was in college, I was seriously working towards a life as a musician. I played a few different instruments, but made my way through the artistic communities of Cleveland and Columbus, OH, and Philadelphia's awesome indy scene before landing in NYC. After playing in NY for a while, some of the...
Having been a widow for just over 30 years and trying to raise a son, there were times when life was not exactly a bowl of cherries. My husband passed away at an early age and as any young, married woman I was left in a financial depression. I was working as a nurse in a small, one doctor, physiotherapy clinic and although the money was OK it was not great....
Message: Good. Reply: Good? What's good? Message: You. In that dress... And with these words, it began. Brad joined my company a few years ago. I was instantly attracted to him and he was to me. Every time we met in the corridors, or in meetings, he would kiss me on the lips and hug me hello. I was taken aback at first, thinking his behaviour was a l...
Yet another night of chatting with some dirty pervert on line, sharing fantasies of being used rough, and treated like a whore. I enjoy chatting with a man that likes to degrade a fat whore like me while he uses me rough and nasty. Sometimes the chatting gets so hot and dirty, if the pervert is in my area they always want to meet eventually. Even though I do...
Please read my other stories, A Wife To Be Used and A Wife To Be Used Ch. 02,to know how I started and where I am now with my life. I am now 54 years of age and have taken my role as a submissive wife seriously. My husband (Ted) shares me with many of his friends and some strangers too. My name is Margo, the following happened late last year, I hope you en...