My husband of a dozen years had moved out with some young piece of fluff and I slowly got into dating when it looked like he wasn't coming back. It was a bad time for me and I wound up with a domineering SOB. One of his fantasies was pimping me out and I was in sorry enough shape to go along with it. It was all oral and it only happened a few times. Did I like it? No. But did it later become a type of fantasy? Yes, it did, although an unhealthy one. I stay away from it.

I had a very good friend who was asked if she preferred quality or quantity. Cricket replied in all seriousness that she would take quantity; she could always teach quality.

If it were a request, yes.
If it were a command, YES!

I used to always sleep in the raw, but have an irrational fear (at least I hope it's irrational) of something happening in the night where it would just be better to be clothed - fire, break-in, etc. I usually wear a mid thigh flannel night shirt. With pockets. If I have to go charging out into the night, I want a place to safely stash my glasses, car keys, flashlight, firearm and spare ammo, whatever. Rarely do I wear panties.

If he's a man I care about pleasing (and if he cares about pleasing me), most definitely. Even more so if he's vocal and willing to share the fantasy he's using to get off.

There is a pleasure in the pain, in it's anticipation. As I wait suspended and helpless in the darkness, my flesh yearns for the lash. There is a pleasure in the pain, as it cuts my breasts. My body spasms. My mind screams. If only I could scream aloud as you wield the lash! There is pleasure in the pain, as it subsides and gentle hands touch my torn body and soothe it, release it....

Added 04 Feb 2014 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,130 | 1 Comment

When Andrew came downstairs, Jake, still in pajamas was finishing breakfast. His mom was at the stove. She was in her night clothes, too. “Good morning, dear.” She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. Andrew couldn't believe how normal she looked. No one would ever think that she had spent a large part of the previous night in incestuous love with her older son. “Pour yourself some...

Added 30 Apr 2015 | Category Incest | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 177

Marilyn Lehman stood at the patio door watching her two sons in the back yard. Jake, 12 years old, was astride his brand new trail bike. Andrew,17, was showing his younger brother the controls. Both boys were dressed warmly. Although it was early afternoon and the sun was coming out, it was still cold. Several inches of snow covered the yard. It was a picture postcard Christmas Day, full of...

Added 28 Jun 2014 | Category Incest | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 139

Andrew Lehman lay in bed, awake yet not fully aware of his surroundings. Slowly, he opened his eyes and sat up. The room was dark except for faint moon glow from the window. The house was quiet. What had awakened him? He got out of bed and slipped his feet into house shoes. He shivered. The room was cold. Colder than when he'd gone to bed, what –? Two hours ago. The clock on his night table...

Added 14 Aug 2014 | Category Incest | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 173

Jennifer Delgado was glad to be done with work. It had been a hard day. She worked for a local real estate office and two of the other girls in the office had called in sick. There were four properties to be shown and Jennifer had to pinch hit and show three of them. The last prospective buyer had shown a lot of interest in the home, which was good, but spent two hours inspecting the home,...

Added 18 Jan 2014 | Category Voyeur | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 8,725 | 8 Comments

Dustin's cell phone rang early one blazingly hot August morning, waking him up with a jolt. "Hello?" came Dustin's raspy and groggy voice. "Hey Dustin! It's Tyler. I was just thinking. Ain't nothing happening and was wondering what's up with you?” Tyler was one of his best buds and lived a couple of streets over. “Just beating this damn heat. I was going to spend the afternoon out at...

Added 10 Jan 2014 | Category Straight Sex | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 10,256 | 4 Comments

Night on the Town Barbara Marsh “Well, come on, chicken!” I responded, “Cluck, cluck.” Okay, so I know it’s not original, but it was the best I could do. Despite my misgivings, I got out of the minivan, smoothed my skirt across my hips, and waited for Alexis. Her name’s really Alice, but she was Alexis for the night. The same way Jeanna was Gina and I was Betinna. I don’t...

Added 30 Dec 2013 | Category Crossdressing | Votes 13 | Avg Score 4.92 | Views 10,653 | 6 Comments

Part One Military Institute Mom She parked the car in one of the few visitors' slots in front of Charlie Barracks. In truth, it was a dormitory, circa 1970. Unadorned, red brick, two stories of blank windows reflecting the afternoon sun. A few cadets in gray uniforms were walking to or from the nearby mess hall and rec center. Most of the young men were laughing. It was, after all,...

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