Some of my stories inspire readers to recount their own experiences with old women. John from Australia wrote me with details of an ongoing debauchery of an old woman he met at a party. It's quite remarkable and the details are true. Here's how it all started. Let me know if you like it and I'll tell you the rest of the story – atkins **********************...
I used to think I was broken. Now I know I'm bent, very, very, bent. It was somewhere in my early teen years I realized how easily a gal could turn a man's head and something about that attraction always set the butterflies in my tummy a flying. It never occurred to me how challenging that could be until I found my first girl friend. She was stunning and co...
"You lose. Now take off all of your clothes." Although I had heard this command several times, I never got used to the uneasy feeling it caused. At first, the consequences were actually kind of fun, but what began with my tendency to bet on my old college team eventually led to more and more embarrassing situations. It started when I was dating Karen, the...
Tammy and I have been fans of a web site for armatures where normal people can post their pictures, comment on pictures posted by others and interact with them by bulletin board. Just recently I was able to talk her out of some of her clothes so I could take those special pictures of her; it took me a long time to pull that off. You see Tammy is a big woman...
Author's note: this was inspired by, and dedicated to...you know who you are! It's dark in the room, and I can see your silhouette against the glow of your computer monitor. You sit, dressed in only a long-sleeve t-shirt and a pair of cotton panties, reading the words I had written you last. Your left hand is softly stroking your cotton-clad lips through th...
Kathy looked down at the blood on her hand. Damn, another nosebleed. She picked up a towel and held it against her nose. Things were getting worse and time was running short. She sat back in the chair, waiting for the blood flow to stop and the pounding in her head to settle to a dull thump. She had always been an adventurous and wild girl, but at the age...
That Saturday morning, Dot and I did not rise very early. We both wanted to be well rested by the time our young visitor would arrive. We decided not to make any specific plans for Lisa's arrival, agreeing that it would be best to let matters take their course. The morning was spent in dressing gowns, with the papers and plenty of good coffee. After a light...
This is a story about a wonderfully dominant Master Aidan and his submissive slave Kaeyla. It is written in the form of an entry in a journal. Please vote for my story! If you have any comments or suggestions, feel free to email me! Thanks for reading!! ********** Journal Entry ---- February 07, 2003 ********** It was a long, dreary Friday evening. I w...
I stand shyly on the doorstep for a few moments. I can hear very loud psychedelic music from inside. Knocking lightly on the door produces no discernable result. I knock again, more loudly. Finally my frustration grows until I pound thunderously. After a minute, the door finally opens. Jimi Hendricks music blasts forth. A guy I don't know gestures for me to...
I don't really remember much from the crossing. It was rough. Rough enough that I either cant, or don't want to remember it. I do remember seeing Sydney through the porthole as the ship inched its way closer to the shoreline. That was one of the few times I wasn't in irons in the ships hold. I briefly entertained thoughts of escape once we made port. Diving...