How my wife and I could have gotten into such a thing would have been beyond me if not for the odd chain of events that had led up to where we were now. My wife Sherry had been less than faithful a year or so ago, bringing us close to divorce with a short separation. During that time we both had a lot to think about; she with her brief affair and I with my...
Here I am tied to a stake with my hands cuffed behind my back, on my knees watching my wife of 22 years being whipped by her best friend's husband, Paul. He is stripped to the waist with his muscled body glistening from the workout he is giving my wife. She is tied with her hands together to a pulley coming down from the high ceiling in their basement turned...
As I pulled on my new mini skirt I wondered to myself why I was getting so dressed up just to go to the local with my boyfriend. Two months of working until the early hours of the morning must have taken their toll on my social life and I now found myself taking any little opportunity to get my glad-rags on. But I felt good about the way I looked (for once),...
Four weeks had passed, training and traveling to meet Anna's customers. Men who liked being spanked, men who liked being tied, men who liked the idea of something a little different from their socially prevalent wives and their socially prevalent teas and parties. Anna's group had formed a nice routine in those four weeks while continuing to train Shawn. She...
Ruth is a single friend of mine and she owns a house about 30 minutes away from me. She is what is known as a unicorn: a single, bisexual goddess. She's 5'8, long, raven hair and fair skin. I met her through a guy I talked to on a swinging website, who's name is Sean. The great thing about talking to them both is that we've all been open and honest about wha...
Five bucks didn't seem like a win after all the money he had pissed away on lottery tickets, so Quincy just figured to let the state buy him a beer at the local topless bar. The "Loony Bin" was nothing more than a converted truck garage with a plywood bar and a cheap plywood stage for the girls to dance on to the blasting stereo. At five bucks a bottle for b...
Where there's pussy, there's money. And where there's money, there's pussy. That's why I was working the skin show on Toby Tyler's Fun-4-All midway. Inside the Girlesque tent, it was smoky, steamy and standing-room-only. The crowd of men jostled and jockeyed for position in front of the stage. Moths swarmed in the pale spotlights. The show was running st...
The following diary excerpts were submitted as evidence in the trial of one Mr. Albert C. Gradulunk. * Tuesday, November 13 I was late to work again, and this time my boss said something because I missed an important meeting. I made some excuse about traffic, figuring I shouldn't tell him the real reason I was late. I thought I could make it quick this mo...
Some of you know how it is to be freshly married, still exploring and discovering what excites and what doesn't in each other. My pretty little wife Sharon was a bit of a prude. She always wore longer skirts, sweaters that came all the way up to her neck, things like that. The funny part was I discovered she not only never wore panties, she didn't even own...
It was Friday night and the club I worked in was very busy. I work there on weekends as a bouncer. Not much goes on there but it pays well and watching the women on the dance floor was a bonus I always enjoy. Being near campus made it a prime spot for the students to blow off steam. Anyway, it was Friday night and I had managed not to pull door duty, which...