I've always had a "thing" for Women's underwear; panties, bras, stocking, lingerie, the works. When I was growing up, I often donned my Mother's sexy stockings and panties when alone in the house. Not that I had any sexual feelings towards my Mother, I just loved having my body surrounded by silk and satin. The feeling was amazing. Later, my Mother kind of w...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's all the Ex's fault It was intentionally written without names. LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 years of age or older. Copyright (c) 2014 by Acup She completes stor...
************************** Copyright Oggbashan September 2008 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************** "Blas...
It takes ten minutes to make him coffee when I'm wearing the bar. At least, if I don't want to demolish the kitchen. But it has to be right, or else he'll take the pad off me. The pad sits across the back of my neck and stops the bar wearing against my skin. Too much sugar, not strong enough, and I'll end up sweating and chafing against the steel. I should...
It was too damn hot for golf. Way too hot, thought Rick, as he got out of his car outside his golf buddy's posh, private house on the hill. To spend the day sweating one's ass off on a golf course instead of sipping ice-cold vodkas, wearing as little as possible, by the pool would be a sacrilege of sorts. He hoped Jon was of the same opinion on this swelteri...
Recap Hi, I'm Jack, and I want to share with you the sorry tale of how my wife ended up being used as a sexual plaything by a group of men who work for the same company as her, and how much I enjoyed watching. The events that happened are all true, and I admit I'm not proud of my inability to stop what was happening, or the fact that I found it very erotic...
"Sheree, let's go to the bathroom." I took our bag and her hand and started to lead her away from our table in the restaurant. After a good orgasm, I always seem to tingle all over for several minutes and my horniness, if anything, increases. In this frame of mind, I adjusted my skimpy lace dress so the edges of my nipples could just be seen and jiggled my...
My buddies helped me out of the car just before it caught fire. The guy that forced us into the tree just kept going. I felt something warm on my face and wiped it with my hand, which hurt like hell. In the dull light of the busted headlights I examined the fluid and realized it was my blood. I felt weak in the knees. Ken had a cell phone and he called 911...
The day had arrived that I had been waiting for. Marg and I had discussed and planned this evening’s activity from some time. We frequent Bruno’s, a fine restaurant in a local hotel on a regular basis. This night will be like a few others that we enjoyed there however this time Margs plan was that instead of me being the recipient of her attention that with...
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...