My wife and I have an active sex life and to keep things hot we have little adventures to keep it spicy. Our latest involved me being in my office with my wife at home feeling slightly horny. I'll let her tell the story from her point of view. Terry's story... It was Friday morning and having nothing to do my mind was thinking of our weekend ahead and what...
Daniel opened the main door to his upstairs apartment. It was in a smarter part of town and had modern and smart architecture. Daniel smiled and waved Lisa through the door in a gentlemanly way. Lisa grinned widely as she slowly started to climb the steep staircase, widening her stride. Daniel stayed at the bottom of the staircase and glanced up as Lisa clim...
Jemima locked the door of the apartment and dropped her bags on the floor of the hall before kicking off her heels with an audible sigh of relief. She ignored the pile on mail on the doormat and trotted across the wooden floor towards the small spiral staircase that led up to the bedroom. As she climbed the stairs she consciously shed the concerns of the day...
It was a perfectly lousy time for the elevators to be broken down. It was easily ninety outside, and in the un-air-conditioned stairwell, it had to be a hundred or more. It was just plain stifling. I was beginning to question my decision to get a cup of coffee and Danish from the little shop in the lobby. I was almost to the second floor landing when the doo...
CHAPTER 1 Sheila Krug looked over the top of her wine glass at his husband's business partner, a riot of thoughts plunging through her mind. Naughty -- nay, disgusting thoughts. She brazenly lifted a hand across her left breast and slowly plucked at the nipple beneath her gown, sending sensations of the very wrong kind through the body of the mother of two...
The bathroom door opened and she stepped out, draped in an azure blue sarong. Her pale skin was still wet and a towel coiled into a turban hid her mass of hair, now wet from the shower. He lay on the bed, idly watching her. He glanced at his watch. No time for sex unless it was really a quickie. She liked quickies. He didn't. Well, not much. He preferred to...
Anita sat on the edge of the bench at the end of the aisle, trying on another pair of heels. She admired them in the mirror, analyzing her pantyhosed feet. We had been shopping for over an hour and this was only the first store we had gone to. Most men would be bored of this but not me. Anita preyed on my nylon fetish viciously, especially in public. She en...
16 Pantyhose Copyright Oggbashan December 2013/November 2014 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. ***********************************...
Julie chose a very short skirt today. Her husband commented on it and half jokingly suggested it was a bit too short for work. "Is it?" asked Julie. "I don't think so and anyway I'm helping one of the directors today and he's at least seventy five so I doubt he'll even notice. It'll have to do as I'm late and don't have time to change. See you later." She...
There was little to be seen of the finer detail of her bedlah save for the flashes of bright red diaphanous material that swept by along with the movements of her body. For some the improvised dance in which she was engaged would have been termed belly dancing, but Jemima had always hated that term. It was so typically Western to boil something so ancient an...