Saturday 11th October 2003 Wow... yvonne came round this afternoon... i love her visits now, though i still get nervous... i can't believe she wants to do those things with me... but i'm not complaining... and Master says its okay so no worries... i have to get permission off Him though and that means He speaks to Yvonne too before the meetings and lets her...
I had been dating Yvonne for about two weeks, when I first spoke to Diane, Yvonne's best friend from childhood. They were both of Cape Verdean descent and their families had migrated to the US when they were children. Now, they were both in their early forties. They were so close that I soon found out that they had absolutely no secrets from one another. NOT...
"This'll do," sighed Yvonne as she lifted the saddle from gray horse. He was watching the river beyond eagerly. With a grunt he trotted off the river's edge. Even now tears dared to be let go as Yvonne prepared for the night. She had spent nearly the entire day riding and her legs were sore and raw it seemed. She would not marry him though no matter the cost...
My name is James and I've enjoyed reading Playboy, Penthouse, OUI, Hustler and any other similar magazine that I could find since I was about 15 years old. The majority of the magazines I obtained were found in dumpsters at apartments, however I bought some of them at convenience stores. At first I only wanted to see the pictures, but over the years I have f...
Yvonne finished up with her last client at six in the evening, and then stayed behind and wrote her progress notes concerning the counseling session. When she was done twenty minutes later, she left the clinic and biked to her apartment near Lake Merritt. After taking a shower, she wrote some more client notes for the people she saw during the past week. E...
(This is the continuation of an ongoing story about two work associates travelling to Amsterdam on business. The primary characters are real, but the story is total fantasy. It's best to start at the beginning. Enjoy, and send me your comments. Don't forget to vote.) * After recovering from our mini orgy in the cubes at the dance club, we returned to the t...
A couple of days later, after Bruce had left for work in the morning, Yvonne found herself up in her bedroom going through the daily ritual and specific tasks for the day that Karen had laid out for her. She started out by anointing herself with ginger scented oil, which had the by now usual effect on her cunt. She took some of the arousal cream that Karen h...
So here's the eighth instalment of the School of Futas saga. Thanks to everyone for the continued support, the kind messages and the fantastic ratings some of the earlier chapters are getting! It all truly means a lot to me. For anyone who was missing Jessica in the last chapter, this one is for you as it is solely focused on everyone's favourite multi-dic...
This is the second installment in a series under this title. This chapter picks up where the first chapter stopped. This story is a work of fiction. While the story has some basis in reality, any similarities to any real person or entity are entirely coincidental and unintended. ***** Christmas that year fell on a Friday, so Carol and I had two more days...
Author's disclaimer: The characters in this work of fiction, involved in sexual activities, are all over the age of 18. If you thought part 1 started out hectic, then read on. The ensuing weeks, since Yvonne and I connected, were even more frenzied. Yes, I passed the Bar. We celebrated with several marathon bedroom sessions. Sometimes we remembered protecti...