Hello Baby, I'm hard once again thinking of you sitting across from me in that dark restaurant dressed in a black dress, simple clean lines. The curves of your breasts and hips are exposed by the cut of the dress. Your make-up is dark and mysterious your nails glow a strong red glow and your legs shimmer in silver silk. You adorned your feet in slender hig...
The story below is entirely fictional, any resemblance with real persons or places is a coincidence. I would like to thank Dawn for editing my story and her time and effort invested in me. If you like this story and the others, please leave a comment! My getaway with Roxann had started off in a wonderful way, and we hadn't even gotten to our room yet...
He's a good husband and I love him. I wouldn't say I'm always sexually fulfilled, but he takes care of me, he makes me laugh, and we are quite happy together. If there is one thing standing between me and total marital bliss, it's our sexual incompatibility. Me--I just want a cock inside me. I'm pretty old fashioned that way. Hubby? Well, let's just say he's...
I wake slowly, lazily, in a soft fog of deep relaxation. A slight shift of my body reminds me of the satin lingerie that swaths my body in sissidom. I wait for you. I feel the brush of something, cloth, no satin. Flittering over my skin like a drizzle of wax leaving me on fire. It moves like snake and slithers over me, making me shiver in a fever. It finds...
It had been a couple of months since I'd met and dressed up for my sugar daddy. He'd had a lot of money and was willing to buy me any outfit I wanted, along with panties and makeup for the complete girly look. In exchange, of course, I dressed up and provided him with an afternoon of hot sex that had left my little girly hole stretched and aching. So, when h...
Chapter 2: Blake Blake hurried back to his bedroom and closed the door behind him. In his hand he held a very sexy pair of red satin boyshort panties with lacy details, the panties he had just taken from the laundry basket. At 19, Blake still lived with his parents and there was very little he enjoyed more than the sight or fantasy of his mother's still hot...
The only times in my life that I can say that I have ever felt free and happy were those few years between marriages when I was living single and had my own apartment. Those were the days when I felt like a complete person. Although I could not live 24/7 as a woman because of my job requirements, I still managed to live most of my social life and most of my...
Its late one night, I've been curled up on the sofa in front of the fire reading a book with my cat curled up next to me keeping me company. I look at the top of the fire place and decide its time for bed. I put the book down, turn off the fire and head towards the bedroom. I flick the light switch in the bedroom, but nothing happens, I slowly walk across t...
This is the seventh chapter of my wife's fulfillment of the punishment poem I submitted suggesting ways to atone for my inability to control my orgasm. Please read the earlier chapters for the full poem and the humiliations I have been forced to endure because of my failure. I am grateful that my wife loves me enough to exercise the total control over me tha...
It was hard to sleep after the events I watched on the laptop the night before. Now it was Saturday and my last full day out of town as I would be headed home late Sunday morning. My final meeting for the week was at 1pm Saturday afternoon and then I would head back to my hotel and wait for the Skype call. Talk about a long day, all I could think about was C...