Sunday Darren was out walking in the April sun, running through the interviews he would be holding throughout the week for the vacant positions in the second print works he and his partner were to open, when he saw her. She was having problems keeping the armful of clothes she had from dropping onto the damp ground as she struggled with the tailgate of her...
Two months had passed since the brief but highly erotic exchange of letters with my Special Maths teacher, Bev, two very frustrating months. As demanded by Bev, I'd kept to a rigorous programme of study preparing for my scholarship exams, openly encouraged in class by my recently discovered fuck partner (unfortunately all in the mind so far) and privately b...
Tom walked in the front door of his suburban home mid-morning on Wednesday. He hadn't been there since the previous Sunday. All he wanted to do was pick up a few things and leave again. He had expected his wife, Peggy, to be gone to work. Tom went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee and noticed the handcuffs and the strip of duct tape still lying on the c...
Note: This story is true, with very little embellishment. It starts at the beginning, and follows my life long sexual tendencies, practices, etc. I hope you find it interesting - I sure did!! * * * * * My earliest recollection of nylons is when I was very young (early 50's). My Aunt Helen, who lived with us, worked as a secretary at a trucking company, and...
Well, that certainly had been a birthday party that we would talk about for awhile, don’t you think? Haha! I mentioned a couple of chapters back that I felt as though my clothes were thoroughly safe, when I stashed them in a Sunday school room and it turned out they weren’t. As the summer wore on, I began to experience extreme feelings of horniness. This w...
Looking back, I guess my parents were sort of latter day hippies. My father always said that they were serial entrepreneurs, but that doesn't quite tell the whole story. The businesses that they started were almost always 'fringe' businesses – good for the planet but not so good for the family's bank account. A few of them almost succeeded. But mostly they f...
Ch. 2 - The Two Thieves The Summer of 1993 had started off well with the opening ceremonies going off without a hitch! I'd met a beautiful woman named Cynthia who gave me not only my first kiss but my first thousand kisses. By mid July my mouth and tongue were the strongest muscles in my body. I hung out with Cyn every minute I could spare. She'd had an of...
Phil had moved to London because of his job. He had worked in the company's Leeds office, serving the North of England, but he had been the brainchild behind such a successful campaign for double glazing, that the firm had insisted he move to the National office in London. He had been reluctant at first, he really didn't want to leave his family and friends,...
I met my wife during our second year of bible college. I thought she was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen the first time I saw her up on stage, singing a solo in the school choir. She wore the most elegant conservative Pentecostal dress I'd ever seen, and despite her obvious attempts at being modest, it sure seemed to cling to her curves in all the right...
My torturer lay in her bed sound asleep. She didn't think I'd be back 'til the next afternoon. I didn't want to wake her, but I did want to. I wanted to jump on her and yell and carry on and laugh in her ear. But her exceptional nakedness gave me pause from terrorizing her. The thin sheet lie just above the back of her knees, her ass was omnipresent to my...