Slagging into Work... Slagging, since some of you do not know, is when you catch rides to work from total strangers. This may seem to be a dangerous, but it works very nice. The car driver gets additional passengers so they can take the HOV lanes, and the riders get a free lift into downtown. I have been doing this for the better part of a decade without...
The Treasure Chest read the sign above the door to my shop. A shop for the adventurous adult looking for those special toys we sometimes need. Dressed in tight faded blue jeans and a black leather vest I looked rather harmless with my long brown hair tied into a pony tail and hazel eyes. The tattoo on my right shoulder of a bleeding pentacle was about the ro...
a story by DEE - the wife of the Marriedpervs We'd fought about a tiny little thing. It was what we were going to do for the holidays. I wanted the Maldives, he wanted Europe. He stormed out after it got ugly. Fuck him. I would show him I wasn't going to sit around and wait. I dressed hot. Short skirt, silky blouse, no bra, g-string knickers and the new spi...
We have been married now for over ten years. We have had our good times and we are now going through the bad. Having had three children and working shifts have taken their toll on our relationship. More to the point our sexual libidos have grown apart. Its true, where she has remained the same since I lost her virginity, I have not. She would be happy to "ma...
The music was pumping and the club was steamy from the press of over 700 undulating bodies. Even though I was wearing only a matching cropped tank and front zip mini skirt with spiked boots I was glazed with a sheen of sweat. It didn't help that the outfit was all red latex, it looks and feels fabulous but doesn't breathe well...especially in a crowded club....
So I started dating this girl recently...a cute little twenty year old. You know the type, little tinny girls with perky tits and fuck me lips. Punk rock spiky hair, stilettos, black mini skirts and the sort. Needless to say, when she invited me back to her house that first night that I met her at the bar, both of us three martinis to the wind, I was excited...
Caroline was tired from our long journey in the yard so I was carrying her as she dozed on my shoulder. I was growing very close to my daughter. I promised her as we walked slowly back toward the house that she would never have to worry about a thing. I would take care of her, no matter what. I made the promise to her and to myself. Camille and Dianne were...
July 12, 2005 Session with Cierra Cynn of Houston During the exchange of several emails with the beautiful Mistress Cierra Cynn, I wrote her a fantasy session (in 3 parts) -- detailing much of my "sort" of play. (Extreme CBT torture) As you may or not know, I am not a submissive, but rather a masochist. This sometimes does and sometimes does NOT mix with Mi...
After a night of wanton debauchery I rid my body of foreign intrusions with a strong emetic (tincture of ipecac), douche myself with a spermicide, and hoist the red rubber bag to cleanse my bowels of the final invasion. Preparation H works wonders for the pouches beneath the eyes. I've also swiped a dab across my puss a time or two. Sunglasses and a head sc...
It took me all morning to thoroughly clean the house as Mistress desired. It sparkled as the bright sunshine beamed through the windows. Mistress always preferred me to be properly attired when I do maid work. Mistress was generous enough to allow me to purchase a French maid outfit. The top part of the dress was a form fitting bodice laced up while the sk...