Chapter One - Performance Art = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = A college professor presents a performance art production of "I, Masochist" with a little technical help from W. Afterwards, the professor who referred the masochistic models to her asks her and W's help in recording the six young women's stories of how and why they are masochists. The...
Preface The two previous chapters of this story appeared in the 'Loving Wives' section. I deliberated for a while as to where to place this chapter before deciding it really doesn't matter all that much. As the content from this point on will be slightly more dom/sub I have put it back in my regular home of 'BDSM' but it could equally be a Loving Wives stor...
Ch. 1: Two's Company, But Three's More Fun! It was just after midnight on a warm summer night and I was poised at the end of our backyard pool, about to dive in to the cool water, nothing particularly startling about that you might say, but it was a defining moment in my life - or at least in my married life! Because I was totally naked, and almost directly...
Norm and Sue had written us a week or so before we made an arrangement to meet them at their home in a town almost two hundred miles west of us. Our phone calls, back and forth, had shown we had many of the same interests and it seemed like a promising arrangement. The 'G' rated pictures they sent us made Norm appear to be a little heavier than Linda prefe...
The day showed no signs of being a disaster when I woke up. The alarm went off at five and my wife Diane reached for me and pulled me back down as I started to get out of bed. She kissed me, slipped me a little tongue and her hand reached for my cock. Twenty-five years and the woman could still turn me into a quivering wreck. She pulled me on top of her and...
Hey you! Yes you. Out there wearing your sister's panties and typing with one hand. I can see you. I wanna fuck your wife, your mom, your best friend and your boss - but to be fair, you can do mine too. Tell me all about yours and me and the rest of the guys here will tell you what we're going to do with them (or what we've already been up to with them that...
I'm telling you, the best thing that ever happened to me was meeting my wife, Moira. A mutual friend had introduced us at a party, years ago. She's fun, sassy, hilarious -- and sexy as hell. When I first met her, it was her eyes that first caught my attention. She was Asian, ethnically, but she had these gorgeous bright blue eyes, not to mention her super-cu...
I knew of her when I was a teenager but I first met my wife, Jackie when I was twenty-one. I was an inexperienced young man who, despite three years in the armed forces had not really discovered the delights and mysteries of the opposite sex other than a few fumbling, embarrassed and rather drunken moments at parties. Jackie was five years older than me and...
Station Salem Four: Captain Esek Hrelle looked out at the line of recruits behind the flimsy wall of their fortress, all fresh faces eager to please, and thought: Mother's Cubs, I have boots older than some of them. Was I ever that young? He already knew the answer: of course he'd been, and even younger, barely able to keep his tail under control, and as e...
We left the relative safety of the park for the half-mile walk back to our hotel. I was nervous about being back on the streets in Ft. Walton Beach. Fortunately, it was after three in the morning, and most of the college students on Spring Break had crashed for the night. Still, our slow pace left me too much time to worry about what could go wrong next. It...