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Please(ing) Sir

by pretransfer on Apr 10, 2018
BDSM

I stand on the balcony, my hands wrapped around the wrought-iron rails. The sun is setting low over the houses on the horizon, painting everything in watercolour purples and oranges and blues. It is a beautiful night. You're not home yet, but you texted me fifteen minutes ago to tell me you were leaving work. You should be home any moment, and I've got a s...

Life Begins at Sixty

by virusman on Feb 6, 2018
Loving Wives

Please don't get me wrong, I love my husband. I never wanted to hurt him, but I will be sixty one in a couple of weeks time, and I'm afraid that so much that is enjoyable in life seems to be passing me by. However, my recent behaviour is probably inexcusable and I'm sure that most respectable people would judge me harshly. We have been married for thirty fi...

Scandinavian Rhapsody

by giandomenico on May 15, 2019
Transgender & Crossdressers

I was about to leave the University of Oxford, with no idea of what I wanted to do with my life, when I saw an advertisement for the post of tutor to the eleven- year-old son of a Scandinavian count, initially for a period of one year. I had travelled very little but I had studied Swedish, Danish and Norwegian for my modern languages degree and I liked the i...

Our Lady of the Tufted Nethers

by SamScribble on Oct 11, 2017
Fetish

GH Dawson & Sons (Frame Makers). That was the arched inscription painted on the window in gold lettering with a 'conservation green' drop shadow. Except GH Dawson himself had long since retired. And there was some doubt as to whether Mr Dawson's sons had ever really been a part of the business. 'I think that Gerald had hoped that his boys would take up the...

A Requiem for Masculinity

by allourdesires on Jun 11, 2019
Loving Wives

It was a seedy watering hole down by the tracks; the kinda place with lukewarm beer and watered down liquor. But Monday nights? It was standing room only on Monday nights! Mondays was when Spade and his pretty wife would come in... She'd lead him over to the piano and have him play the blues while she sang...and stripped...and gave blowjobs to all the cops...

Eden's Christmas Stocking

by Cinner on Sep 19, 2017
Mature

"The bearer of this coupon is entitled to receive one sensuous full-body massage!" Eden read. She smiled. "The bearer of this coupon is entitled to receive one hot dog with all the fixings! The bearer of this coupon is entitled to have her pussy eaten! The bearer of this coupon is entitled to have her ass fucked! The bearer of this coupon is entitled to rece...

Watching

by VivianNiemand on Apr 3, 2018
Toys & Masturbation

The wine trickles loudly. In fact, it sounds just like the word - trickle. It irritates me. The purple liquor sounds to state it's natural, innocuous state of being: just something that trickles. Meanwhile, I am left with an unnatural, corrupting eagerness to empty the entire goblet into my mouth and down my throat. It should do the trick. It has to. With...

Adult Education

by GoldenGlamour on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I had started a part time art class three weeks ago after I broke up with my latest boyfriend. I soon realised what I wanted to do with my new found freedom, I had always been quite crafty. The class took place every Tuesday evening and there were seven people in my class including me, and all but one classmate were close to my age of 23. I soon felt some...

Ireland Romance

by matcher1 on Sep 19, 2017
Romance

So that was Ballyshanasy Castle. To “Blue” it looked like it was growing out of the craggy cliffs that overlooked the sea on the Dingle Peninsular, grey-brown in the mist. It was what the Irish called a “soft” day. The incessant light and shade play of the showers coming in from across the vast Atlantic, had given way to a pearlescent mist that made the sce...

The Alley of No Return Ch. 06

by fursmoke11 on Sep 15, 2017
Fetish

Chapter Six: The Darkness Ruth Mears perched herself on the edge of a stool and sipped champagne from the chilled glass. She stared at the open pack of Marlboro Lights 100s on the kitchen bar and shivered with delight. How foolish she had been to deny herself what it was she wanted all this time. Next to the cigarettes was a Chanel dark red lipstick; the li...