I will not go into detail here on how it came to be, but I, John, have been enslaved by my wife, Lisa. She has managed to put me under her complete control. I must do exactly as she commands at all times, or face punishment. She is in general a stern though loving mistress. She ensures that I behave properly, but rewards good behavior, and has my best intere...
Zara had removed her tight-fitting black work trousers and her white cotton panties, and had gone to stand half-naked in front of the Ladies loo's porcelain white sink bowl which she was about to have a wee into. Her only decision was whether or not to piss over the edge from her standing pose, or turn and place her round bum cheeks over the bowl before begi...
During my last week long visit to the island I met Brenda, now 70 years of age, who sort of attached herself to me, maybe because of my own love for pee fun and my love for mature men and women. She is, as are many females who visit the island, a nymphomaniac, not only for straight sex, but also lesbian sex, anal, watersports of any kind and in fact, anythi...
My wife and I were sitting in the parlor of the church when Becky came in, kissed me on the lips and asked my wife if she could borrow me for about ten minutes or so. She explained she needed something done right now for her parents' fiftieth wedding anniversary and her brother was busy with something else. My wife agreed and off we went. We got as far as...
Dear David, When we were chatting online last month, you said you wanted us to start talking about our sex lives. I have to admit that I was pretty nervous about that. We've been able to talk about a lot of things, but this one is not easy. Even by my own standards, I can get pretty perverted. Then I got your last e-mail. You're at least as bad as I am. I'm...
Eighth Night: The New Girl By Peethagoras Foreword Many thanks to those who have inundated me with requests for the next episode – here it is! I must apologise for the erratic publishing of my stories, but my professional life takes priority. Even in these days of recession I find that my professional time is pretty well fully occupied, and, being a cont...
Our story started out when I met this older gentlemen named Robert online. He admired a story I wrote on a very erotic literacy website. From the first e-mail he had me wanting to know more about him. Hes taller than me and more mature by about 30 years. He has nice brown hair with some grey distinguishing it. He was very honest with me and told me he was m...
The instructions in Dr. Jones' letter were clear, if a little puzzling and I followed them exactly. At a quarter past seven the next morning I rang the bell on the surgery door. Margaret let me in. "Morning Chrissie," she greeted me. "Dr. Jones is in room 3 waiting for you, go right in." I went in. Dr Susan Jones was waiting. She looked stunning again. Her...
"Remi!" I said, running over to her in the courtyard. "It's only been a few days since we caught up across the holidays, but I'm still happy to see you again!" I walked over to her, before we greeted each other with a warm hug. "I can't believe Year 12 is almost over! That's my entire school life!" she said to me. Remi and I have been best friends for 6 ye...
This is fiction, contains peeing and masturbation, and takes absurd license with the standards of architecture and plumbing. It's also the first such story I have written. I hope you enjoy it and please send any comments. ***** The locker room was so quiet my sneakers echoed on the carpet. There was a neatly folded stack of white towels at the door and as...