I have saved up my money for an "All Out Vacation". My destination is a smaller-large city in a legal weed state. I have only packed a few toiletries, along with a couple of slutty outfits and wigs. I am 50 and I stand 5'8" 140 lbs. with semi well-defined legs. Even at my age, I can still fill the rod as solidly as I could 30 years ago. The trade-off is I ca...
Dash Kringle glared at his father in shocked silence, two weeks before Christmas and the old man was just now telling him this. There was no way he could do it, not even if he wanted to, and he didn't, but the time his father had allotted him was absurd. Anger boiled in his veins, and threatened to explode. Did his father actually think that he would give up...
This is a continuation of my wife and my new journey into sexual submission. Read part 1 to understand how we got here. This is a true story and in part 1 I witnessed all as I described. I will continue to write in the first person but I need to inform the readers I wasn't present for all of the following, though Lori filled me in to the best of her memory....
Her name was Amy. The only reason I knew that was because I heard her husband yell at her as she walked past me. She was still looking at me, that same sexy smirk on her face. It was the kind of look I used to get in bars, when I used to be able to go to bars, from sexy women who knew exactly what I wanted from them and who enjoyed teasing the hell out of...
We were going to see a witch. At least that's what Robin said. She had met a woman at the library who claimed to be a witch. That was all it took. Now we were on our way to a seance, or a spell casting, or some other strange, arcane rite. A long time ago I'd found out it was best to humor Robin when she went off on these little tangents. Computer lessons, y...
I want to thank my editor SlaveGirl70 for her assistance making a hopefully good story better. I always appreciate candid comments and constructive feedback. If you like this story, please rate it. High ratings are an incentive for me to write more stories. ======== It was ten o'clock Friday, and I had just finished a business dinner at the Lola Bistro in...
As he rose from his seat to go to the restroom, my eyes followed his ascent as if he were moving in slow motion. I followed him from his smooth chocolate baldhead glistening in the ambient light of the restaurant, to his eyes, which were the color of midnight and promised ecstasy. My eye perused his clit-colored lips that were begging to be kissed. He had on...
"Oh, honey, I am so nervous about this!" "There is nothing to be worried about, every bride is assessed. My mom was, your mom was. Every married woman is assessed." "But my mom died so early. I feel like I don't know enough or that my domestic skills aren't up to snuff." "You had Mrs. Fields, that neighbor woman who took you under her wing. You'll do fine...
After completing "The Diary of Jewel Delacroix" I was approached via E-mail by Rachael Ricci Swede and asked if I would consider writing a story idea she had. After a few emails I was intrigued by her idea and agreed to write it. This is an original story by Barbara Jean Goodhead. Written in collaboration with Ideas and Plot Points by Rachael Ricci Swede....
It was an erotic weekend, one not easily imagined, but one in a reality of a vastly different intimate experience. MFM takes place during an autumn weekend, with a meeting on a late Friday afternoon as sun is setting. This relationship began online with a message from a female named 'Kara', whose profile says she lived in North Carolina and was married. She...