Here I am – 55 years of age and living a comfortable, but rather dull life. Married 30 years ago to a nice girl: Caroline – now a woman of 48. She was an attractive woman during her twenties and thirties – a plain face, but lovely dark hair and long shapely legs. We weren't able to have children, though we tried. Unfortunately, after tests, we discovered tha...
Skyler squirmed at her desk. "Thank goodness I sit in the back row" the petite brunette with the hourglass figure thought as she rubbed her plump belly through the soft fabric of her blouse. It had started during her senior health class; one class after lunch. She had seemingly just sat back and begun to daydream when she felt her tummy rumble a bit. Nat...
Dale's house, set back from a lonely dirt road just off I-78 out in rural Pennsylvania, was full of plaster and ceramic sculptures of wildlife. He had a workshop studio in his basement with sculpting tools and supplies, and he had long since converted his garage into a gallery and store. People would drive all the way from New York and Philadelphia to buy hi...
Dear reader, I have been enjoyed receiving all the encouraging comments about my stories. I have also had a few private and very erotic exchanges. With Jenny's permission, I'd like to share this particular on-line conversation with you: Hi Mr Hairysurfer My name is Jenny and I would like to say how much I enjoyed reading your stories. I was so pleased to...
I was at terminal 23 at Dulles International Airport with my heart beating and my palms sweating. Three months earlier I had found an email from Helga Gutenberg from Berlin. She knew my love of big strong women, and when I did the conversion from Metric to Inches and pounds, I was in heaven, finding that she was 5'11", 235 pounds of solid woman. She had no...
All characters in this story are over the age of 18. For this to make sense it is recommended to read chapter 1 first. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* After I got back from the sorority's den I went straight to bed. I was so tired. I didn't wake up until Monday morning. I quickly gathered my things and walked to class. Jen was sitting there. She waved as I e...
Author's note: The Depths of Depravity series is an anthology of short, stand-alone stories. They're written from a first- and second-person perspective, with the first-person character being a nameless, faceless, dominant man, and the second-person character a submissive woman. I've kept the physical descriptions of these characters as light as possible, so...
A year ago in June I came in contact with Miss Gwenny on an alt personals website, while on vacation. The e-mail history has been lost, but the chat sessions from that time remain--somehow we had come to the conclusion that I would be the best submissive I could be as a servant to a man. I had never been with (and have yet to be with) a man and so, despite...
My love for panties started when I was about 18 years old. I attended a first aid course run by the Civil Defence unit. As part of the course they made us 'manufacture' all types of medical items, using pantyhose!! I was a naughty boy and very adventurous. I had a loft as my own place in our garage and would take a pair or two and make these medical items. I...
"I've got to pee," Sean leaned closer to Richard and whispered. "I know," he answered coyly. "I'm serious! I'm not holding anymore! I was on the brink of pissing my pants a moment ago," he confessed in a fierce whisper. "Hold it then," Richard toyed around. "Which part of 'I'm not holding anymore' did you miss?" he shot back. "So that means we're ov...