First, a little about me. As I write this I am a sixty-three year old, still sexually active, bi, submissive woman. My stories are memories of a kinky life. I am still in the lifestyle. When this adventure started I was a 35 year old straight business consultant living with a loving partner. When 35, I was at about 125 pounds, today 140. I am still 5 foot 7...
Dating can be a curious business for those over a certain age, that age being 50. After long term relationships are over, especially marriage, there is an urge to explore, to catch up on things missed, to indulge in things not available in the midst of an exclusive relationship. When Barbara separated from her husband of decades, she had opportunities. That...
It was the day of her wedding. Not her official wedding. It wasn't the fairytale wedding she had always dreamed of. It wasn't the big, traditional wedding where all her friends and family would appear with big smiles, and she'd be wearing a big white dress that cost nearly a thousand dollars. That kind of wedding was scheduled for a few days later. This wa...
Chapter 1: The Dinner Party As Nicole and I prepare for the party that Deb and Todd had invited us to I watched her carefully. She had a body that a lot of 20 year olds would envy though she was pushing 35. She had gorgeous long tanned legs leading up to a perfectly rounded ass that she loved to have spanked. Her stomach was still hard and flat from all the...
"When the government's boot is on your throat, whether it is a left boot or a right, is of no consequence." ― Gary Lloyd "Handjobs! What supremely beautiful fuck invented these release valves on hellish servitude?!" Mike Oxhard silently pondered, as the six-foot tall, charcoal cherub pounded the middle of his swollen staff, while the Asian exotic dancer pa...
From the darkened confines of swinger Hell, I discerned the cantaloupe-colored glow of the Prophet's fire stick. Sentient shadows traversed the carpet-covered walls of the aging van. Fake fur the pigment of a cheerleader's bubble gum lined the star-shaped, vibrating bed. On a television more obsolete than dial-up modems, a white guy with a perm bent a black...
I Didn't Know What I Wanted Until I Got It—Part One This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and locations are made up. This is not about me or my wife. To save anonymous commenters some time and trouble: 1. The tags for this story are swingers, creampie, creampie eating, chastity, party, cuckold. 2. The Literotica definition of Loving Wives is...
What to ask to find out everything about your new conquest Character and Basic Facts Q: How old are you? Q: How tall are you? What are your measurements? Q: What is your nationality? Q: Shy or outgoing? Q: Are you the bully or are you being bullied? Q: Have you ever been kicked out of a bar or club? Q: Love or money? Q: Shower or bath? Q: Lights o...
Tisha was always on time. She was good with the kids. She didn't bitch about the mess that I left sometimes and she even did a bit of straightening and cleaning to help me out. I called her over about twice a week to babysit and everything had been fine until the night that she decided to show her true colors. It was a daytime barbeque at the country club th...
We were watching tv in my Aunt Jayne's living room that unusually hot evening in June, 1958. My aunt, her next door neighbor Sally and I were wearing only our nylons and heels and a light sheen of sweat on our otherwise nude bodies. The large pitcher of lemonade and ice cubes in the middle of the coffee table was forming a ring of condensation on the table t...