It's the feel, I think, more than the appearance. Yes I'm interested in how they look, but I am more interested in the touch. Sure, the cut, the style, how much is covered and how much is revealed are important, but nowhere near as much as the sensations I receive. I get so aroused by simply holding the garment in my hands that sometimes it's nearly impossib...
I returned home after dark that night. My day had been busy with purchases I had never made before. I bought Cay one week's worth of uniforms for school as well as a couple of packs of white underwear to change into, since I had already ruined the only pair she had on. Part of me liked the idea of her dirty garments still around her waist, dried with layers...
Until fairly recently I'd never really been involved in contrived or non-spontaneous sex. Whilst I was married, Kevin and I had messed around with me dressing up, both of us tying the other up and some other stuff like that, but most of what we did was spur of the moment. We didn't usually think up new things, plan them and act them out in a cold-blooded man...
I wondered, as we prepared to leave for home, whether or not my wife would continue enjoying sex with other men once we were back. I did everything I could to convince her that it would be no different than what she had enjoyed in the past, but I could sense her misgivings. Knowing I would be fighting an uphill battle, I went to work when we still had some t...
I'm not sure what woke me up but as I opened my eyes I could see the first light of day filtering through the crack in the curtains. I rubbed my eyes and rolled to my left where I could hear the soft breathing of my lovely wife, Maggie. Once I was more fully awake I became aware of slight movements to my left and then realized that our overnight guest, one o...
I'm Ashley Catlin; unlike many women, I'm a female of few words, so I'll skip any bullshit that isn't relevant to the moral of my story -- cheating has consequences -- or doesn't somewhat explain why I did what I did. That assumes that what I did will at all appear logical to you. I was the middle child in a family of three, with a two year older flaming ga...
CHAPTER 1 Two weeks before her husband and her unmarried brother who lived with them and worked on the ranch were to leave for Europe, Carl's young wife hit the roof. "These women who've replied to your advertisements to be a companion for me while you two go cruising round Europe after buying young pedigree Angus bulls are as useless as tits on a bull," S...
Okay, so her husband was naked and standing before her. That wasn't too surprising. Not that he tended to be exhibitionist—come to think of it, he is just the opposite, isn't he? He doesn't parade himself around the house as other men might be known to do. But he did say that he was taking a bath. One does tend to be stripped for such a procedure. She heard...
The main room of the saloon was occupied by the bartender, four men standing at the bar, two men at a table playing gin rummy, and one man asleep in a chair, his muddy boots propped on the table, his Stetson pulled down over his eyes. Cigar haze and the smells of bourbon and draught beer filled the air. Dirty clothes worn several weeks - some even several mo...
Man has a quick forgettery. Carl Sandburg said so. Not true when it comes to Holly, the sylph I have gratefully surrendered to. No matter how wizened my brain becomes, my forgettery is incapable of such treachery. In our tiny, licentious kingdom, I am king. Holly is my lone subject, a shameless wench compelling me to commit mortal sin at every opportunity....