It's been a long hot day working on the grounds. We worked on the irrigation system, cleared the cedar brush, and took care of the dogs. It was great working side by side all day, chatting and laughing and doing a lot of physical labor. We're both sweaty, filthy and physically drained. We call it a day and get undressed in the mud room. Even filthy dirty...
Note: This story is the twelfth episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous eleven 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 strongly recommend t...
I first met Amy when I began working out at a local gym. My name's Max, and I'm a 38 year-old guy who has played a lot of different sports all my life, and was used to being in shape, but a knee injury had stopped me participating and I'd got out of condition; too much beer and no exercise to burn it off with. I wasn't fat as such, but I started feeling slug...
Written by yourMasterBaiter Edited by the 'Erotic Confectioners.' Many thanks to Onyx03, Jasmine27, LaRascasse, and Luxx. Tags: BDSM, Respect, Womens rights, MMF, MM, Group Sex This story is a bit unusual. It's male dominant BDSM that advocates for women. Hard to explain, but women have rights and should be respected, especially if they are into being dom...
It began as a bit of fun, I'll admit it. Tom was over at our place to watch the game on television. Usually, both he and his wife, Fran, would be over, but Fran was down south taking care of a sick sister, so it was just my good friend by himself with Dee and me. I asked my wife for a minor favour. "Would you get us a beer, darling?" I asked, and Dee gav...
A DEAL IS A DEAL The fetish tale that I (male) had told you (female) put a funny smile on your face. I'm not sure what I anticipated, but your expression seems awkward and you look kind of puzzled. Plus, there's a few odd, nervous giggles and whispering chuckles, and your grin is quite quirky and appearing somewhat mysterious. Then, even more than I expecte...
The thing is, we had gone over there to play bridge. Yes, bridge. The same game old ladies play in the parlor on Sundays. I don't even know how to play bridge. I remember when my wife, Anna, told me about it. "We don't have any friends," she said. I didn't even look up from my book. "We have plenty of friends," I mumbled. "There's Steve, Nick, Andy... Jane...
We sit in the darkened car. He reaches toward me and runs his finger down my throat, down to where my breasts are nestled in the low cut top of my dress. His finger comes to rest in the hot crease. "Do you want to come inside?" he asks. "Our evening doesn't have to end now. Come inside. I have another gift for you." I look over at him. "But, this whole eve...
Hi, this is my first attempt at writing, so I'd love to hear any comments you have, or suggestions for improvement or future installments. * * * * * It was late on Friday afternoon, I was tidying up my desk and looking forward to the weekend when Ann, my secretary knocked on my door. "O no, I thought, what have I forgotten now" – Ann was very efficient and...
Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Lucy, my dear, welcome back to Scarecrow Island. I missed ya, kiddo. How's tricks? So ya got a job, well done! Your dad just retired, your sister had twins, well, glad the clan's growin'. Oh, you wanta show me pictures on your phone? Sure, I'll take a look. Ah, those are good lookin' babies, no doubt. Obviously an exce...