Dionysis Retreat, Floor 1 Mrs. Brandi Westerholm, a full-breasted redhead with trim waistline and curvaceous hips, arrived on the first floor of the Dionysis Retreat in a mid-thigh low cut black halter dress that fit her like a glove and displayed to maximum advantage her 38Cs. Her hourglass figure was molded into mythic Wonder Woman proportions by a shelf...
Dear Readers, Thanks for all your comments and votes and emails. To the complaints it's too G-Rated, don't worry, we are working our way to the X-side of life...but not before our characters get there emotionally. This chapter should answer some questions that I think have been frustrating some of you, and help get the action moving as well. Don't forget...
The sexual lifestyle of a Bisexual Exhibitionist who does more that just flirt with both sexes. This is the first of many stories of my sexual adventures and how I got to be the person I am today. I am not actually sure when my husband and I actually became members of the Lifestyle. All I know is that when I was in my teens I loved every aspect of sex. I...
This is a partially true story, with some embellishments and enhancements out of my own fantasy. I'll allow you, dear readers, to wonder what is true, and what is contrived, where truth ends and fantasy begins. Enjoy. ;) Mistress Margo was waiting for me in the reception hall of Saint Petersburg Airport. I had been there a couple of times before, but this t...
On the drive home from having sex with Jason, I felt like shit. I felt used. Trashy. Weak. Dirty. I kept telling myself that I had needed to do it. I needed to experience sex with someone besides my husband. I had to see for myself that it wasn't what I wanted. It wasn't right for me. I wouldn't have known that without experiencing it firsthand. The ride hom...
I began to wonder if my going to California was part of Steve and Monty's plan. Had they arranged for me to be out of town for the week so that Raphael could seduce Kathy? I was going to have to find out how I got the seat for the software training class, but that would have to wait until I got to work Monday morning. MONDAY JUNE 8th I got to the office at...
Mike Harris was seventeen years old when the worst blizzard ever to hit Chelmsford forest struck in December 1986. That is when this story really begins. But first we need to learn a little about Mike Harris before that fateful winter's day. Mike's father had left the family home when he was still a baby. He lived at home with his mother Doris and his older...
There is a group of girls who have a secret club of facial lovers. They meet every week, and every time they meet, one of them has to bring back a story of being facialized. One is a university student. One is a high school teacher. One is a writer. The university student talks about how intimate facials can be, and how she never really feels close to any o...
"So what kept you? Give the posh bird a length?" Paul's pissing himself. I've just walked into The Britannia and it's gone half nine. I've missed the football and it's obvious, as I have to ask the score; Leeds have held them 0-0 away and just have to do the business at Elland Road. I didn't get back to my place until gone eight, and dived straight into the...
I knew that today was going to be a very strange day. My Mistress had ordered me to spend some time "punishing" my Test Coordinators (or face dire, but unspecified, consequences). I wasn't too sure why I'd be punishing them. Yes, they had given me some somewhat onerous tasks to perform and document, but that was, I thought, their job. Oh well, ours is not to...