Mark and Jennifer had been married for four years, Mark was now 32 and Jennifer was 24. Despite the age gap it was as near a perfect marriage as you will find. Jen would do anything for Mark, and it was to prove an invaluble asset for his promotion prospects. Mark had worked for the lingerie company since he left art college, he had made his way slowly up t...
Warning: This story contains materials with similar themes as the stories by Thetalkman, Wannabeboytoy, SeducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. Please proceed with caution if you are not a fan of this genre. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, plac...
My first story. As you will see this could be the start of an ongoing tale... Mark was nervous. In his own office he was never nervous, yet today he was. He found himself sitting behind his own desk waiting for the door to open and his mouth was dry and he could feel tension in his jaw. It wasn't too late to change the course of the next few minutes he told...
Dear readers. This story is for people who are interested in fetish about leather gloves and boots. In addition, the subject of humiliating a woman by other women is also raised here. If you are interested in this subject, I invite you to read. Other readers who do not feel this climate may feel disappointed in the content of the story. The story is a pure...
With kind thanks to DawnJ for her excellent help in editing this story. 1. I first met Trudie on an organised bus trip to the beach. She was nineteen, had long mousey-brown hair; wore white crocheted trousers revealing glimpses of underwear and a cheesecloth blouse tied around her waist. It was the 70s' after all. I didn't notice her thick, black framed gl...
Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages work too. Tom Scholz: "Well, I'm taking my time. I'm just moving on. You'll forget about me after I've been gone." + + + + Life was moving too fast. Over the last four years I'd graduated from college, found a great job, married H...
I spent many hours staring out of coffee shop windows, thinking about Fatima and haunted by old judgements. When I was a younger man, I viewed older men in love with pretty girls as sad, even pathetic figures. Yet here I was, a middle-aged man myself, being given a lesson in humility. I deserved this for my past arrogance. Even so, I was pissed off with Fat...
A Note to my Readers: This is a fetish story with extreme sexual themes involving mild scatplay. If you prefer more mainstream content, please do not read further. I have placed this story in the Fetish category and classified it with appropriate tags. While I do appreciate feedback and constructive criticism, (what writer doesn't?) I don't appreciate comm...
And here is the last full chapter! Chapter 12: All Good Things Drool is flying out of Dave's mouth and into my ear. If he were a Bernard Shepard, I might find it only mildly annoying. But considering he's leaning over me and giggling, I'm ready to yank on the tongue hanging out of his mouth and rip it out of his snickering skull. But I can't take my eyes o...
I managed to figure it out. Erica wanted me to get myself off in the stands while watching her play in the third round of the Gingersnap Open tennis tournament. I had puzzled over how to make this happen for many hours before I came up with the solution. Luckily I had resolved the problem just before I had to leave to go to the match. I got some very baggy...