My buddy Bob comes up with crazy ideas several times every year. I usually go to lunch with him a couple times each month and he pitches his newest deal. Sometimes he actually comes up with something that sounds interesting. Last Spring he hit it big. A friend of his was going into a divorce and needed cash so he sold Bob a sex saddle. This sex saddle was a...
Recently divorced and owning a 'cheaters' restaurant in Los Angeles, I must tell you about an event that was the most scintillating of my life. Arthur, a married entertainer, had been a regular in my restaurant. He and his wife Catherine were both charming and outgoing. Many of the times they were here for drinks, dinner and dancing, they brought other inter...
Well this Friday night turned out to be no good. It was too late and she was too tired for any road shows. But, not to be disappointed she was ready to go on Saturday evening. Saturday night we tend to skip the bar hopping scene and have a certain steakhouse in Hammond, IN. we like to go to. Getting all dolled up is kind of a thing of the past that she li...
My wife and I have been married for 26 years and have enjoyed flashing her body to strangers for most of those years. It started when we were first married and went from there. This adventure happened in late 1977. By this time, Jane had been flashing and teasing for three years now but always at a distance. Riding nude on long trips and letting truckers s...
I really had no idea I would find humiliation so exciting, nor did I ever think I would submit so easily. But I was wrong on both counts. I should start by saying she had been my wife for only a couple of years. I was in my mid 20's, and while I enjoyed sex as much as any 20 something, she was five years my senior and had a lot more experience. I learned m...
This is the continuation of Part 1, based on a true story, in which my lover dared me to walk through the streets of Paris dressed to thrill… It’ll make most sense if you read Part 1 first. So there I was in the café, dressed in my ‘follow me, fuck me’ boots, my black thigh-highs, my lovely thigh-length leather jacket, and my red silk scarf. And that’s it....
I come across you during a walk in the woods, leaning against a tree with a short pink camisole, fishnet thigh highs and heels. You don't see me yet but I feel my loins stir and know that I must have you. I come up behind you and wrap my arms around you, running my hands up and down your body, feeling the silky camisole against your skin. I cup your breasts...
I looked in-between the semi-closed door, knowing what I was doing was wrong. I just couldn't help it. She was in the bathroom, fresh out of the shower. Her towel wrapped tightly around, directly above the thigh. The towel was old, frayed, and ripped. Skin could be seen through the holes. I grew hard instantly. My jeans quickly became uncomfortable. What hap...
I woke up on a Thursday morning in May with my usual hard on, so I took by yearbook to the bathroom and jerked off to the hot girls in my school. I then showered and got dressed and went to the bus stop where Julia was already standing. She was wearing a tight blue shirt and a very short black skirt that blew in the wind and gave me such a good look at her i...
I really don't remember how old I was when I first discovered the sensuality of pantyhose. Then during my teens, just feeling them wasn't enough. I had to wear them. I would wait till everyone had gone and head straight for my mothers dresser......my penis already hard as a rock from anticipation. My hands would be shaking as I went through the small assortm...