Another sleepless night awaited me, my sexual frustration building relentlessly. I needed release, but would Emma grant it? Other than her delivering a large bag of her lingerie for me to wash, I heard nothing from her for a couple of days. Usually the highlight of my week, handwashing her undies proved to be poor torture, caged as I was. Common sense told me not to sniff, but I couldn't resist, which obviously exacerbate...

My iPhone buzzed as I sat waiting to board my flight to Seattle. I looked at the screen. My wife, Chelsea, adorned the screen with a profile photo, wearing nothing but a smile, as I answered, “Hey, babe, what’s up?” “I wanted to catch you before you got on the plane. Zeb called and asked us if we wanted to meet him for dinner tonight. I told him you were on your way to Seattle, but I’d have dinner with him.” We were begin...

You might feel like you're about to make a mess but keep going. Trust me. That's what one of the reviews for my new toy said. It felt heavy in my hand, made of stainless steel that reflected the light from my nightstand lamp. The tip was curved, a bulbous head designed to hit the mythical G-spot. My pussy had spent the entire day rubbing against its favorite lace thong. Every step in my pencil skirt around the office had...

It was early Saturday morning, and I was catching a bus into town to work in a retail shop. I was in my teens and permanently horny. I got off the bus in town and started the short walk to the retail shop, and was about to pass a public toilet, when I decided to pop in for a quick wank. The town was quiet, with a few people around, but mainly quiet since the shops weren't due to open for another half hour or so. In my min...

I’d been lying with my legs spread, imagining Daddy walking in and catching his eighteen-year-old Kitten with my hand in my panties. In my teen fantasy, Daddy says, "Oh, Kitten, Daddy's been waiting so long," as he pushes my legs apart and climbs between them, deflowering me and telling me I’m a better lay than Mom. I spread my slick all over my bare, swollen pussy, and strummed my clit until I couldn’t take anymore. I ha...

It had been several weeks since I'd last heard from my ex-wife, Sue, but I was sure she had not given up her life of prostitution. Consequently, I thought it likely she would again contact me at some point to inveigle me into allowing her to use my house to entertain a client. The call came on a Friday evening. “Hello, knobhead!” she quipped. It might not be a term of affection, but I knew she meant nothing by that insult...

Ola Nordbotten was not an evil man. Just ignorant of tradition, perhaps, or stubborn in his ways. Regardless, when his father died, he did become the keeper of Granli, husmannsplassen clinging to the slope where the spruces stood tall and the earth was just un-barren enough to provide. He’d married four years earlier to the then sixteen-year-old Mathilda of Bakli, as was custom in eighteenth-century Norway. And now, with...

I’d been sitting cross-legged on the floor in a pastel pink lace bra and matching panties, a thin pink ribbon around my throat like a collar when he came in. I quickly closed up my laptop, not wanting him to see what I was looking at. Pictures of pretty coloured ribbons… There was a game Daddy liked to play. He’d tell me to lie still while he decorated me with ribbons. Sometimes he just tied my hair up in them. Or tied on...

Two years ago, I was still a married man. I was a forty-year-old senior curator at an archaeological museum. Outwardly, I was stern and aloof, respected but feared by my staff, but inwardly, I had strong desires to be obsequious towards women because of unsated submissive tendencies that I'd held from a youthful age. At that time, I was stuck in an increasingly loveless marriage, longing to try some kinky stuff with my wi...