I slowly pull your arm above your head and secure your wrist to the cuff at the bedpost. Then I do the same with the other arm. I kiss my way down your body and secure each ankle to the posts at the foot of the bed. You're spread eagle and naked, just the way I like you. I slide up your body, my seamed stockings brushing against your legs followed by the sh...
Twenty Four Ode to Green and Black He looks like he is in shock, sitting there on the sofa. His eyes are fixated on the football game displayed on the 60" screen, but she doubts he's even aware of who is playing. It has been a hell of a work week for him, and he is just above catatonic as he tries to unwind. They had planned on a night out, a great steak...
This is the third and final story for Ann and Cal, unless my readers think this effort is worthy of continuing. Please enjoy. A special thanks to my editor, lover, Mistress and wife, M. ***** Ann's success entering the disciplinary realm, coupled with Hilary's sincere encouragement, emboldened her to develop a rhythm of discipline for her husband. Cal...
I've always loved stockings. I remember when I was a little girl I found a pair of my mother's old suspenders, from when stockings were the only option, in the dressing-up box. I thought they were fascinating and wanted to try them on with some stockings, but my mother still bought my clothes and there was no way I was brave enough – or rich enough – to bu...
Chris and I had been married for twenty-three years now Things had been hard but now that our youngest daughter had left for uni, we had more time for ourselves. This was to be our first holiday in years without the kids along and we'd agreed to go to a country holiday resort with some friends. My wife Chris is forty-nine, five-foot nine inches tall and cur...
The candles are lit. The fire is burning hot in the wide hearth with the wooden beam across it. My old cottage sitting room is cosy and warm. A bottle of wine is chilled in the fridge and I am dressed for her. I hear her knock and go quickly to the door to let her in, standing aside as she does so. She turns and we kiss briefly. Her blonde hair catches the...
I had been contacted by Gordon, one of the men who had been at Fred's birthday party night, where I had previously acted as a stripper for the evening. He had got my number via Fred who said he was sure I wouldn't mind him getting in touch with me. Gordon had a business night planned for a couple of his work colleagues and also for a couple of prospective...
I suppose I should tell you a little bit about my wife and me before I give you all of the gory details about our sex life. I first met my stunning wife Jilly, 17 years ago the night she was celebrating her 20th birthday in a nightclub in the centre of Nottingham. It was love at first sight for me but it took a while for her to fall in love with me in the s...
Author's note# This is the second story in a series telling of the rewards available to adventurous couples willing to share and play out their most erotic sexual fantasies. In this tale my couple delve into the wild world of dogging. ***** I hope I'm right in saying this, but each of us has a sexual preference. One unique way of achieving that dreamt of...
Sasha always loved this part. The dressing up part. Freshly showered, droplets still clinging to her voluptuous body, she slowly massaged her favourite oils into her soft skin. She had agreed to meet a sub for a domme friend of hers. Elizabeth was a very capable mistress, but knew her limitations, and tottering about on stillettos wasn't one of them. Howeve...