Patsy woke the next morning tired yet feeling strangely excited. True to Mike's word she found the unending videos of tickle erotica he had mentioned, much to her delight. Women bound to tables, feet, feathers, groping fingers, groups, the scenes went on and on. The more she watched the more excited she became and the more she put herself in the central char...
About a year ago my wife wrote a story which she has finally agreed could be posted. The irony is this story is true... * * * * * About two months ago Graham my husband started to suggest that it would be a real turn on for both of us if I made it with another man while he watched and wondered if I would be interested. I told him that I wasn't but he conti...
Thank you to all who have read, commented and offered encouragement, especially to availableslave2u for her suggestions. À Lui. ----------------------------------------------- It was hot. The heat was oppressive, weighing down into the lungs, making it difficult to breathe. It was the sort of day where a person could not move, not because of laziness but...
"You don't want to play that old game, do you," Darren protested to Barbara? "Why not," she replied? "I've never played a real arcade game before." Barbara jiggled the joystick in her hand as she admired the vintage console, tucked back into a dark corner of the dingy pub. "You don't see these things, anymore," she said with an expression of reverence. "...
Author's Note: All characters are adults, which in this context means they are at least twenty-one years of age. ***** Dearest Emily, "I have always maintained," Lady Grey said, pausing to sip tea from a delicate bone china cup, "that a woman of marriageable age" - at which she looked pointedly at me - "must be chaste." Certainly she has given me no choic...
Allen shaves, his eyes focused, the lights of the bathroom vanity dancing as he does the practiced moves for the umpteen-millionth time. He still enjoyed it and he enjoyed the fact that each morning presented him with a very male challenge. Last few touches and he rinsed the razor, rinsed his face, looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. He was nude, his...
Sybil She was perfect in every way, from the flame red of her hair to the elegant arch of her feet. Every thing in between was custom designed to my specifications -- breast size and shape, hip and waist circumference, tone of skin, nipple size, the length of her legs, thickness of her thighs, slope of her shoulders, and of course, the features of her face...
I was still in Miami and having a great time with my new friend, Carla. She’s a nineteen-year-old Latino girl that works as a maid in the hotel. Carla is a bit shy and naïve, but I’m working hard to change all of that. We’ve explored each other’s bodies a few times and since my husband was busy working on the last day of our trip, I was hoping to meet up wit...
I'm a retired widower living in southern Arizona. I retired early, soon after my wife died. I had money in the bank, no need to work and time on my hands to try and regroup and make a new life for myself. We never had any kids and I had no pressing obligations. Women came and went with none sticking around longer than about six months. You would be surprised...
Chapter 8: The Registration The next day as Ginny lay locked in the machine she felt the attachment swing round and stop just short. A thin jet of oil squirted from its tip and coated her cunt lips. She felt the tickling impact of the oil land just below her back entrance, some of it splashing onto that tight opening. She instinctively cinched her muscles t...