My ex-wife and I began swinging, 5 years before we were married (1973). Once, while living in Colorado, we were invited to the home of a local attorney, who was a popular swinging single guy, with LOADS of money. In his palatial home (more of a "mansion" than a "house"), he would throw some pretty wild "sex parties". (He fancied himself to be some kind of...
It had been a brutal year. No... I'm not using that figuratively. I'm not trying to gain empathy with hyperbole. It was, literally, a brutal year. (Can you tell I'm an English teacher?) Something was in the water and I'd stopped more fights (physical, verbal, you name it) than I cared to count, winding up with a food-throwing free-for-all on the last day (wh...
Night was falling over the mostly deserted main street in the small Washington town as Tina stepped out of the vintage clothing shop where she worked and locked the door and security gate behind her. She had worked a long, busy day by herself after the manager had called in sick. Usually business was fairly slow, but with Halloween the next day, they had mor...
Once upon a time there lived a kinky girl, a very kinky girl indeed, named, well never mind her real name, her chosen nick for play was "Cinderella", for reasons which will become apparent later. Cinderella lived in a polyamorous family with an assortment of bdsm proclivities with her "Daddy" (a switch - top to Cinderella and bottom to his Domme to whom he...
Following on from my earlier exploits when I didn't wear pants under my skirt, my next memorable event took place in July 1982. If you read my previous accounts, you will see that any inhibitions I once had about revealing my body had long disappeared. My boyfriend had stopped doubting my recollections and enjoyed everything I told him. But, back to July 19...
First time writing evah! I just started reading Literotica this year by accident. Anyway, I hope this is entertaining. I think I'm fucking hilarious and I think about things a little differently than most. Or maybe it just comes out in the writing. To the lady Lit readers, there is some questions I raise through out the story trying to figure how you think e...
I have become addicted to the character of Jean and the next portion of her story appeared very quickly. I will repeat this is written purely for those who have requested more. You have seen the title if offended by previous chapters go no further, enjoy one of the other offerings on this site. Jean shivered as the elevator descended the three floors to the...
As Christmas approached I was delighted to receive my 'official' invitation to the BDSM club's Christmas party. This was held every year and all the Doms looked forward to it. It was, apart from a very entertaining event, the one time of the year for us to show off. It was, loosely, a fancy dress dance; although, traditionally, no dom wore fancy dress (just...
The world would be a boring place if everybody is the same. But I do get a lot of strange looks when I tell people about my hobby. I collect and restore old arcade games. Yes, those 20 to 30 year old quarter suckers that lived in the arcades of the '80s and '90s. Sometimes to find them I have to drive pretty far. This is the story of what happened on one of...
Dear Shoeblossom: Most of my life, I've been known for bad skin and worse work habits. But Amaretto, my wife loves me anyway "You're good for nothing, Zits, but unlike the other bums in the neighborhood you don't bother to take my purse in the bathroom...you dip in it right in front of me...at least you're no phony!" One day Amaretto came home from work gr...