This follows on from 'My First Company Christmas Party'. *** "How was the Party, I assume it went well? mum asked, as I came through the door around 10.30am. I muttered something along the lines of 'enjoying it very much,' and stumbled my way upstairs to my room, where I crashed out on my bed. When I awoke, my watch said that it was 2.30pm in the afternoo...
Author's notes: This is an adult story for consenting people over eighteen who will not be offended by it. It is pure fantasy. The events never happened. I've put this in the Mature section even though this chapter deals with more of the woman on woman aspect of the building relationship. But then again one woman is older and more mature than the other. Agai...
Note: This story is the thirty-seventh installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous thirty-six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I s...
Heather is riding me like a woman crazed. Her head is flopping all over the place and she is whimpering loudly. As I watch her enjoy herself I can start to feel the cum churning in my balls. Her whimpering is getting louder by the moment and I can tell she is close to cumming as well. Just as I feel my balls about to erupt she stops moving, leans in close to...
Chapter 2 Sometimes things are better than they seem... Tim was having a difficult time telling Pete what he knew, "Yeah...that guy is in the drama club. He lives in the room next door to me. Sorry man, tried to tell you." Pete glanced at Tim completely shocked, embarrassed. He couldn't believe he didn't figure it out. Fuck! Pete couldn't very well tel...
Copyright BobDogwood 2002 This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Warning: Intended for mature, open-minded readers due to some sexual content. One cold and rainy Saturday afternoon, Brandi, an attractive redheaded young woman lay on her bed, feeling extremely restless and...
"I finally know your secret, bitch," Landon Cadbury said to himself as he looked at the Profile on the Ottawa Back Pages. The leather-clad, blonde-haired woman appeared to be in her fifties, wielding a whip and stroking a strap-on dildo. The message advertised the services of Mistress Lorna, supposedly the top Professional dominatrix in the Ottawa capital re...
Chp.5 The Computer Nerd At seven Sunday evening John returned home from his trip. A big hug and a fairly passionate kiss led me to believe that things might just be looking up. That hope was dashed all to hell when we sat down to dinner. Right after "Would you pass the potato's please" he hit me with: "So have you gotten over the foolishness about getting...
Tom had been the minister at this church for about four years. Today he sat at his desk in his study daydreaming, or rather fantasizing. He had his pants unzipped with hard cock out and his hand slowly stroking it. Sitting with his chair pulled up and his legs under his desk, no one could see what he was doing. This wasn't unusual for Tom; he had a very high...
My name is Peter Johnson. And no, my middle name is not Dick. It's Allen. I'd been divorced for nine years, never had any kids. After the heartbreak of a failed marriage, I didn't care much about women and their needs, other than sexually. They were fun to fuck, but could not be trusted outside the bedroom. Once you said 'I do', they said 'don't you dare' ev...