I don't mind admitting here that I'm a whore. I'm now 62 and since I was 19 I've been sucking and fucking men for money as a 'hobby'. It started when I was at university in London. I'd been sexually active for a couple of years and had by then I was quite experienced. And I'd discovered that men would jump through all sorts of hoops to get into my knickers...
*This is a re-write of an earlier story which continues in to the next chapters. ***** I was lost deep in thought as I worked on the month end reports for the VP when I heard my office door softly opens and then shut. Curious as to who would be bothering me at this time of the month, I glanced up from my cluttered desk to see who was disturbing me when I...
I was lost deep in thought as I worked on the month end reports for the VP when I heard my office door softly opens and then shut. Curious as to who would be bothering me at this time of the month, I glanced up from my cluttered desk to see who was disturbing me when I saw my girlfriend Meghan standing at the door to my office dressed to kill, or maybe I sho...
There was a woman named Angela, who was a TV producer. I was assisting her in some research for a program she was producing, and she had come by my office several times, for some useful discussions. She was friendly and charming, but always stopped short of being flirtatious. She may have seen my wedding ring, which was hard to miss. But none the less, I did...
My name is Emi Haneko Adams, a 26-year-old 4th generation American, half-Japanese on my mother's side and half-American on my father's side. My parents met at USC in the 1970s while my mother was an exchange student. With my "hapa" (half-Japanese) features, I was sought after during my teens and early 20s as a popular model in Japan, Hawaii, and California....
The contents were now strewn on his bed. Michael decided to take a bath, and while the water was filling, he undressed, his mind filled with a compulsion to express his dark, unfulfilled feminine self. Naked, he walked with purpose to the cabinet that housed his shaving supplies, picked up a razor, some shaving cream and put them on the side of the bath. The...
Simon rang the door bell, prompt at 2 pm, somewhere between nervous and excited and wondered quite how he had reached this point. He had met Sally in, of all places, a crowded cafe at King's Cross when all the trains were late. She'd pulled up a stool next to him , asked if it was okay to sit and started chatting. She was so easy to talk to, middle aged, n...
This took place in 1966. A time when the fashion called for women too wear girdles, garters, and shiny ultra sheer reinforced heel and toe nylons, spiked heel pumps/mules daily! A time when my fetish for nylons was young and in full bloom! You little pervert! I jumped up, dropped the high heel pump in my hand that I had held over my nose and I turned around...
This is the first sequel to Chapter 01 submitted by BLKNYLONS in 2003. I love this story so much that I decided to write two more chapters. (I hope BLKNYLONS does not mind...). Like Chapter 1, this chapter is also taking place in 1966, when nylon stockings with garters, girdles, and stiletto high heels were an essential part of women's elegant fashion, and w...
There has always been one thing that has turned me on more than anything else, and that's a woman in stockings and high heels. I don't mean pantyhose. I mean real stockings attached to a garter belt, or stay-up thigh highs. And I don't mean clunky high heels or so-called "stripper shoes" with the platform soles. I mean old school, stiletto pumps or sexy sand...