After a delicious lunch in excellent company, Paul sat there with a contented smile like the cat who got the cream. Finally, the woman who he hoped would enslave him was sat across the table from him. They had only spoken via email and the occasional telephone call. Now however, the woman he called Ma'am was seated opposite him. She was beautiful. The few p...
One hot summer morning, on the western edge of Lincoln, Nebraska, a trucker pulled his rig over to the shoulder of the highway to pick up a hitchhiker. He never stopped for hitchhikers but this one made him jake brake. This hitchhiker was a young, blonde, blue-eyed girl carrying a satchel and wearing a grey, flippy-flared, short miniskirt with very bare leg...
Steph and I have been married for more years than I care to remember. It's not derogatory my statement, just that my life without her doesn't exist as we have literally done everything together. We not only have a strong loving relationship, but we have until recently, had the most fantastic sex life. In the early years of our marriage, we both took part in...
This is the second part of staying with Mrs. Wentworth. A lot of people gave me great feedback and made suggestions I tried to use including more details on the clothes which I tried to look into more, doing some research and using some suggestions. Thanks to all of them for making this better than it would without the advice. I can see keeping going with th...
As Cassandra propelled me roughly down the upstairs hallway, I knew that having been caught by my Owner/Mistress Angel enjoying the most exquisite orgasm of my life riding the talented tongue of my sister slave Suzie without permission, that I was in deep, very deep trouble. There wasn't a single doubt in my mind that my punishment would be most unpleasant a...
This story is based on people, places and events, mostly from my life. Most of the things in this story, or something very similar, have happened -- or been done -- to me. It's not necessary, but I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one. I love feedback, comments, and criticism, good and bad; it helps me to improve my...
My heart pounds as I tip-toe across the soft, pink carpet in my parents' room. I'm home alone. My stepmother's lingerie collection awaits. A floorboard creaks as I make my way to the dresser. I'm facing my worst nightmare--getting caught playing with Ann's lacy undies. But I'm totally hooked on wrapping myself in her silk and lace. I decide to move forward....
She listened to the recording constantly, or so I hoped. I wanted her to play it back to herself dozens of times and re-live those three minutes of ecstasy. Three minutes, because that was all my cell phone would record. I imagined even then, though we had spent only a few hours in each other's company, that she would want to remember it like I did, and wi...
Jessica turned off the tap and stepped out of the shower, steam billowing out from the open door. She grabbed a soft cotton towel and wrapped it around her flushed damp body. She had rushed home from work and was now pleased that she had made the effort. There was more than enough time to get ready before Charlie came home. She planned to have her way with h...
As a timid and closet cross-dresser, my biggest fantasy was to have a sordid meet in a hotel room, where I left what happened up to another person, with only major limits discussed and agreed first. After months of search and waiting for the right person to come along, I finally met 'Sylvia' online, and I had finally decided to take the plunge to meet up wit...