It had been a long time since I saw anyone from back home. Janice, a choir and high school friend, contacted me via Facebook. She said that she and her husband Oscar wanted to go gambling in Oklahoma, and since I lived an hour from the casinos, could they stop in and say "hi". I said sure. We discussed the date they wanted to come and we made arrangements. I told her if they wanted to fly in to DFW I could pick them up an...

Emmy and I make it home to my front door unseen, much to my relief, our crotches are still soaking wet from Emmy pissing on me not more than 5 minutes before. We stumble in the house punch drunk with passion and I make my way straight to the drinks cabinet to pour us both a stiff drink. I notice Emmy wandering into the kitchen and when I walk through to hand her the drink I’m surprised to see she is looking in my fridge....

So, I am walking down the street holding the hand of a beautiful woman who, just five minutes previously, had her hand down the back of my jeans caressing my lace panty-covered arse and finger fucking my asshole. The once hot cum in the front of my panties is now cooling against the front of my crotch as I try my best to walk, still weak at the knees, down the street. I am still unable to believe the brazen way in which E...

Mistress Angela had been recommended to me by an acquaintance who had served her several months ago. He told me she was a beautiful woman in her 30’s. She had long brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a slender body that bordered on athletic. Her client list was long and impressive, but she was extremely strict. My friend had become overly frustrated during a session and had turned aggressive. She whipped him like a dog and b...

I want you to do very bad things to me. Bad things that feel very good. Bad things that sometimes cause you to question the moral fibres of your being. Bad things with your hands, like say slap my face or my hairless aching need, use my peachy arse, which if allowed a voice, would deafen you with it's incessant begging for violation. Might you look at me with an adoration that I only know in my stories, so that we can cal...

Tina walked into the bedroom quietly, as not to awaken Kelli and her husband. She saw that the schoolgirl outfit which he so loved to wear when they had sex was strewn on the floor.'Kelli must have done her job well as Domme,' she thought to herself. They were still sleeping soundly, her husband spooning tightly with his daughter, Kelli, his arms still wound tightly around her waist. Tina was still naked and tingling all...

A few years ago I went to my twenty five year high school reunion. Coincidentally, I’d also begun a fitness regime about a year ahead of the reunion. I didn’t really do it for the reunion, but over that year the reunion date did provide some motivation. After all, the desire to impress a group of people that you shared five years of your life with in the distant past seems a common condition. Since I wasn’t famous or rich...

Pissing in Claire’s mouth was so much fun. It was like living a filthy little dream. The whole night was amazing, including Claire herself. I was going to have to savor the memory, because it was never going to happen again. (Read My Sweet Clairette for the full story.) If there was any solace that I could take from things, it was that even though Claire was out of the picture, there was another woman from the dating line...