Lately, I’ve been feeling a lot more comfortable in my own skin. Not perfect, not suddenly transformed into some flawless fantasy woman, but comfortable. Confident. A little braver. Maybe even a little dangerous. I’ve reached that point where I’ve decided that if someone doesn’t like the way I look, they are more than welcome to look somewhere else. That attitude has been wonderfully freeing. With that new confidence, I’v...

The New Tenant, Part 2. As with Part 1, about 1% of this story is true; the rest is fantasy! Following on from Part 1, in which I had called in to visit my new tenant, "Brian," and ended up on my knees sucking his cock and swallowing his load. And now it was my turn; at least that is what I assumed as a naked Brian led me upstairs to the main bedroom. Having removed my clothes, I lay back on the bed and looked up at the c...

The Peek-A-Boo Effect Miami University, Fall 1967 This is a true story. Names have been changed, but places and dates have not. I always tried to have an 8 am class. It forced me to get up. I usually hated getting up that early, but for me, the Tuesday and Thursday 8 a.m. organic chemistry 241 lecture was the focus of my entire week. It was the only time in my life I ever looked forward to a class this early. The classroo...

Bill’s actions hadn’t gone unnoticed. Locking himself up and leaving the key on the bedroom dresser became a daily thing. Every time Ann saw it, she would pause to remember the day at the hotel. The memory made her think of how uncharacteristically she had acted, but she also wondered why it felt particularly apt. Ann pondered whether it was just a one-time thing or if Bill was secretly arranging more. Unforeseen fantasie...

The drive home from Marcus’s house was quiet. Joanna’s hand rested possessively on my thigh the entire way home. She looked beautifully exhausted from her long night with Marcus. Her eyes were heavy, skin glowing, and body relaxed in a way I never seen before. Every so often, she would let out a soft, contented sigh and shift in her seat. Joanna was clearly still feeling the effects of everything Marcus had done to her. S...

“You are fifty,” the consultant said as he examined the scan of my knee. “Not twenty.” Tell me about it. I'm sitting in a wheelchair, in his consultation room, my leg sticking straight out in front of me, the knee joint swollen to the size of a football. I had decided to hop over a five-bar gate rather than go to all the trouble of opening and closing it. The knee hadn't quite exploded on the landing side but had come clo...

Lately, I’ve been feeling a lot more comfortable in my own skin. Not perfect, not suddenly transformed into some flawless fantasy woman, but comfortable. Confident. A little braver. Maybe even a little dangerous. I’ve reached that point where I’ve decided that if someone doesn’t like the way I look, they are more than welcome to look somewhere else. That attitude has been wonderfully freeing. With that new confidence, I’v...

The New Tenant, Part 2. As with Part 1, about 1% of this story is true; the rest is fantasy! Following on from Part 1, in which I had called in to visit my new tenant, "Brian," and ended up on my knees sucking his cock and swallowing his load. And now it was my turn; at least that is what I assumed as a naked Brian led me upstairs to the main bedroom. Having removed my clothes, I lay back on the bed and looked up at the c...