“Well, that’s it,” Kristen said, sighing in a rather annoyed way. “We’re officially locked in.” The other girls sighed and plopped down on the various couches of the music building break room. I tried my cell phone one more time, only to discover that it still had no signal. “You still don’t have a signal, Krista?” I asked the lone girl who had a phone. Unfortunately, she had the same service provider as me so she only shook her head. “Who would make a building that locks people IN during a power outage?” the other Krista asked, giggling. “You’d think that it would be against fire code or something.” “The same people who made a building with no elevators,” I replied. With a sigh, I sat down on the floor where I’d been a few minutes earlier. The emergency lights cast the surroundings in an eerie glow, enhanced by the howling of the wind outside. We’d all come down into the basement of the music building after our concert and still wore our formal outfits, the five girls in identical black dresses and I in a tux. For some reason I’d always gotten along better with girls than guys, so I’d been hanging around three of these girls (the two Kristas and Kirsten) ever since the beginning of my freshman year. Due to various circumstances, I hadn’t had a chance to begin college until I was 24, but none of the girls around me had the same problem. They were all 18. In spite of the fact that I was engaged, I’m sure that the fact that these girls were absolutely adorable had something to …
Fun with a friend
Years ago, before I was married, I was dating a girl named Wendy. Our sex life was great, and one night, I found a copy of Penthouse Letters under her bed. Pages were folded over to a number of different stories. They all involved three-ways with another guy. I asked her if this was her biggest fantasy, and she said. " Sure, wouldn't you like to be with two women? " I then asked if it was just a fantasy, or did she want to make it a reality. She said she would be willing to try it, and I told her I would make it happen, if she would later invite another woman into our bed. She agreed, and we started talking about who the guy would be. She said she would be more comfortable with one of my friends, as opposed to a stranger, and I had two friends who she found hot. One of them was my closest friend, and almost like a brother to me, so I knew I could trust him not to talk. She agreed, and I said I would approach him. I called Bob up, and we went out for a bite to eat. Part way through the meal, I told him our plans, and asked if he would be interested. He seemed shocked at first, surprised that I would want him to fuck my girlfriend, but said he thought she was hot, and readily agreed. When I let Wendy know that Bob had said yes, she became a little nervous, but excited and turned on at the same time. We set it up for the following Saturday. Wendy wanted me to invite him over for supper, and then we would go out dancing, before coming back home. Bob showed up on the planned …
Me and men: part 1
Firstly, everything I'm going to write about is true and recalls my experiences with men, to the best of my memory. I will change names of people (or make them up because I can't remember!).How it started. 2001 and in my second year of uni. We had just got internet at home and I spent most of the Christmas break looking up porn (I had a girlfriend, we had regular sex and she would give me hot blow jobs and even swallow, but she wasn't around – but this tale is about men, I'll write about the women another time). Finding porn was easy, finding GOOD porn was difficult and then sometimes I stumbled across gay porn… wtf is a bear? Oh, not really bothered. A twink? Oh! *cock gets hard* That's actually quite horny. When I got back to uni, I broke up with my girlfriend. At the time I didn't connect the two things. *** A year later and I'm thinking about meeting someone. I start chatting to guys online about meeting to swap blow jobs. I found one guy. I agreed to meet him at the station and we walk to my place. First, he wasn't what I expected. I foolishly hadn't asked for a pic. He was slim, bit older than me but not really good looking and I was disappointed. I can't remember his name. We went to my room and he kissed me roughly, he hadn't shaved and it wasn't great. He rubbed my cock through my jeans (as you could probably imagine I wasNOT hard) and then he got my cock out and started to suck me. My cock is very sensitive when I'm nervous and within a minute or so I unloaded …
Exhibitionist Flight Attendant Shares Fantasy
I enjoy masturbating for men while they watch. It’s my favorite way of sexually expressing and satisfying myself – my fantasy really. Enjoy my erotic stories of acting it out. I am a real stewardess and I fly for a Major US Airline but you won’t see me like this on your flight! Here I share the exhibitionist in me with photos in bikini, lingerie and nude at home on my ‘masturbation couch’. You can see my 'improved additions', that I practice jiggling while I masturbate, in some of my pics. I also share more masturbation GIFs from a home video I made with a friend. Enjoy stories of me acting out my fantasy on layovers and at home, in each case stripping and fingering to orgasm for a man or group of men, something I’ve grown very fond of and, admittedly, addicted to. It’s by far my favorite way of sexually expressing and satisfying myself. If you would enjoy watching a pretty Latina stewardess strip naked for you, play with her ‘landing strip’ and then finger naturally and sensually to orgasm, then, who knows, maybe I will perform my ‘masturbation show’ while you watch. Above is one of several masturbation GIFs from a home video of me practicing my exhibitionist masturbation show with a friend. Some of my local friends and I met for drinks one day. After people started departing and he and I were the last ones, I ordered the 'magical' Tequila. After a sexually lively conversation, I told him I was an incurable exhibitionist and asked if he wanted to hear about it. I talked …
The Abuse of Marie Part 4
Immediately following her experience with Jerry, Marie took a week off of work to spend with her family. She wanted a few days to get away from her current life and spend it with family and friends that she could trust. The time away was good for Marie and it took her mind off of the events that have happened to her lately and her mind off of all the videos that her new friends had off her that could ruin her reputation and her life. After a week she knew she had to get back to her home and work. She left her parents early in the morning and headed back home although she hated the fact of coming back to her life that she hated now. About 20 minutes from her parents’ house, she receives a text. It’s from Jackie. She shutters at the thought of what the text is going to say but opens it regardless. It tells her to take a turn on her next right and to stop at a bard three quarters down the road. The horrifying reality set it. They’ve been watching her all week. They knew where she was and every where’s she went. They have been waiting for her to leave. All she wanted to do now is turn around and drive away as fast as she could but she knows that running away from what she is about to go through will be worse than letting them have their way again. She turn right down the road and drives until she sees a barn about the same distance that the text told her to stop at. It’s a barn in the distance down a long lane. As she pulls down the lane and gets closer to the barn she knows …
A Couple Fight Over a Lie
A couple has a fight, Lots of things have been said. The wife says things on spite, The husband wants to go to bed. A discussion about what has happened here, Is what the wife wants. The wife starts to cry with many tears, The husband has no response. The husband wants to drop it, The wife wants answers. The husband gets mad and has a fit, She knows he's sleeping with dancers. She wants to know what he did, He said it was a one time thing. She told him no strip clubs she forbids, He said it was an one time fling. She's very upset, She wants to forgive him. She gives him hell and then a threat, He tells her the dancer was named Kim. The promises have been told, The wife's a complete wreck. The wife is acting cold, He hands her his cellphone to check. He must have cleared the history, There's nothing even there. It appears it's a mystery, He really doesn't care. A few days later he's late, The lies are happening more. He's off on another date, She found receipts in his drawer. She gave him lots of chances, The cheating just continues. She goes over their finances, Talks to an attorney about their issues. The papers are drawn he's been served, They now will battle it in court. The wife will get what she's deserved, And he'll pay her alimony and child support. The wife is now divorced and starting a new life, The ex husband breaks down and is very sorry. The wife doesn't care anymore there was too much strife, The ex husband will take a vacation; he booked an African safari. The wife doesn't care about her ex husband any more, The ex husband knows he made bad decisions. The woman meets another man she can adore, The ex husband has lost all his ambitions. Was it worth it to have a cheating affair? Fucking up your marriage for a little pussy. The dancer thought you were a millionaire, The dancer was just a cheap hussy.
The Wife and the Magician Act 3
Until that night Len had never seen his wife acting like such a wanton slut. Had she been hiding pent up fantasies? Or, was the excitement of exhibiting her sexual abilities the driving force? Len heard applause and looked up to see his wife, wrapped in a large towel, as she entered the magician’s suite. It occurred to him that there was more than one person clapping and perhaps there were three or more. Char smiled and did a little pirouette and it garnered more applause as the magician came over to say, “I believe this towel belongs to me,” and he removed the wrap to reveal Char’s beautiful figure barely covered by a sheer baby doll night gown. Len thought, " Where did that come from? " Yes, once again we are getting ahead in the story. ***** Red unfastened the seat belt and took Len by the hand, “Come with me.” The three words had a double meaning as she led him back around the stage. They stopped at a door marked only with a red star. Red opened the door and as they entered she picked up a remote control to ignite a gas fireplace. She turned to Len to encompass him in an embrace. “I am part of your reward if, you so desire,” she dropped the shoulder straps on her slinky dress and it slipped to the floor. Stepping out of it, Red stood in front of Len wearing only the tiniest G-string, “Would you care to join me in front of the fire?” Len was not a master of suave and debonair and only said a four letter word, “Sure!” They reclined on a thick cushion with pillows to the …
Episode 49: Jenny, BJ and Rob
The gorgeous black teenage girl sat up in bed; the crisp white cotton sheets completely failing to hide her tender young pointed breasts: “Hi Rob, I’m BJ.I want to suck that cock as soon as you take it out of my mother”. Rob bounded across Jenny’s bed, yanking the sheet away, planting a kiss on the top of each thigh. The dog-tags swung forward, bumping against BJ's prominent mound inside her tight white panties. BJ held onto Rob’s head as he licked her to their first tingling orgasm.Background I should probably explain how Jenny’s daughter came to be nearly naked in her bed that weekend. Jenny had Baby Jane when she was barely 13 and gave her up for adoption to Uncle Abe (probably the father) and his lovely wife Karen. Jenny named her Baby Jane so that her initials would by BJ; and she certainly learnt the meaning of Blow Job pretty fast. Growing up, she sucked and fucked her way through school, becoming the best BJ in town. At about twelve she started wondering about her birth mother Jenny, searching around on sex forums for signs. Jenny and husband John watch porn on his smart-phone in bed, always his choice –mostly big black blokes fucking trashy white girls. Jenny mostly jacked him off during the spunk scenes – his tiny cock no match for those on the screen. One video had a naked teenage black teenage girl watching and masturbating while Jenny sucked him off. But it's only a fantasy – he very rarely fucks Jenny and would hate to be watched.The Weekend John was away for …
Sams Birthday Surprise
Sam’s Birthday Surprise Chapter 1 Sam was sitting at the table thinking about how the day had gone so far. He had to admit, it wasn’t quite how he had pictured it going. Jenna had been late getting home from work, and on top of that he had not received a text, a call, or anything from her indicating that she even remembered that today was his birthday. He had subtly dropped plenty of hints starting a couple of weeks ago about things he would like to have for his birthday and it seemed like she had just totally forgot. Maybe she had something planned after dinner for him, he hoped so, and it would be a total slap in the face if she really had forgotten. Sam looked up to see Jenna heading back towards the table from the restroom. Since they had already finished dinner he did not wait for her to come to the table but met her halfway and they headed for the exit. Jenna kept the conversation light and talked about everything and anything other than Sam’s birthday, she knew it was driving him crazy that she had not even mentioned it since she had gotten home from work. She smiled to herself as she thought about what was going to happen at their home in a little while. Jenna had found a couple of ladies (using the word loosely) that fit the description of what Sam seemed to like drooling over whenever he was in one of his fantasy worlds. The Mistress was a blonde, big titted bitch named Kathy. She thought the whole world should kneel at her feet and kiss them as she walked by. She …
Games Lovers Play
We are so much in love, in spite of being what others would call just an ordinary couple; no longer in the first flush of youth – well, to be perfectly honest, closing in on middle age. One thing Anne and I have always had is a sense of the playful, which has made us eager lovers, and content with each other and our marriage. While our lovemaking has always been good, Anne has become pretty much the playful flirt and slut at times, adding excitement beyond the everyday. Now that the children have grown up and left home, we have cast off the last of the foolish inhibitions of our youth, and learned to play in new and most exciting ways. Although we have no desire to swing with other people, in recent years we have discovered that we both have an exhibitionist streak. I particularly enjoy allowing other people to get teasing glimpses of Anne's delicious charms, and we get an even greater thrill from knowing that others might catch a glimpse of us making passionate love. One of our favorite things is to register in a nice hotel room for a night. After booking in, and taking our bags up to the room, we go back downstairs and walk into the lobby, my hand around her waist, the picture of a normal respectable couple. On these occasions, I love Anne to wear a short little skirt and thigh high lacy top stockings, but no panties. The very knowledge of her bareness makes me half-hard the entire evening. As we look for the way to the bar, I will move my hand down to stroke her bottom, …
Naughty Fun at the Shoe Store
I recently had a little fun when I went shoe shopping. I was really horny and just felt like fucking around with somebody. I wore a short, pleated, black skirt, a low cut blouse, which showed my amazing cleavage, no panties, nude hold up stockings, and heels. I went to the mall and went into my favorite shoe store. The kind of a shoe store where people actually help you. I started to look around the store and more importantly at the sales help. There was one male sales person that seemed to be the only person working. He was a young guy, maybe about twenty-five years old. “Miss, is there something I could help you with?” “Yes, I’m looking for a shoe, that’s about five inches high, black color, and very comfortable. Shoes now a days are always so uncomfortable.” I giggled. “I think we have lots of shoes that fit your description. Would you mind if I measured your foot? Please sit down, so I may do this for you.” I walked over to him very slowly and of course wiggled my curvy hips. I’m a very attractive woman. I have brown long hair and brown eyes and am about 5’7.” I have a nice sized chest and a great ass. But, I have been told that I have the most wonderful, long legs. I sat down and he brought out the shoe measurer. I then put my foot into it. “Okay, you’re a size six. I’ll go and get the shoes that are in your size. I’ll be back in just a minute or so.” I was going to be having sex with this guy. He just didn’t know it yet. My pussy was throbbing and I needed a good …
Terri
I've put stories on here that I know are very hard to think they might be true but most are. This one how ever is even got me thinking no way till I seen the proof with my own eyes.so here goes, but first let me say that most of this was told to me. June 18 2012 at 1:30 pm. Terri a 32yrs mother of a set of twins both girls 14 years of age are all at the school pool. The girls are in red and white suits that seem to be nothing more then a little string and very little else. Walk out and the life guard does a double take and almost falls off his stand. Laying out a blanket they lay just about at his feet and there perfect asses has his 19yrs cock at full mast. Rubbing tanning lotion in has him about ready to cum in his trunks then Terri comes in her long hair over her 34C tits covering what little top she had on and when she moved her hair to her back her nipples strained to poke holes in her top stand out at less a full inch. The face of a goddess and body of a fashion model. My wife Kat was on the hunt there too and these three hot things has her full attention. Over the next two hours the three ruled the pool no woman wanted to complete with them and no guy took there eyes off them. Terri then told her girls to pack up while she changed for work. Kat went into the locker room and Terri was undressing to use the shower so Kat did to. It was all Kat had not to attack this walking wet dream. when they were done Terri put on a Wal-Mart smock and went to her daughters. Kat …
A new spark
My name is Dillon and I’m bored. I never imagined my life as an executive administrator to be a whirlwind of excitement, but this is getting out of hand. I can handle not having the most glamorous job in the world, but to come home and be even more bored than I am at the office is starting to get to me. At home waiting for me every day is my longtime girlfriend, Veronica. A very beautiful and once interesting woman. However every day has become the same grind, I come home and attempt to kiss her hallo. She then coldly turns her cheek towards me and tells me that dinner will be ready in ten minutes. Dinner is eaten in front of the TV, after which I do the dishes and she goes to the country club. I think the whole time we say not more than twenty words to each other. I’ve tried changing things up, by offering to cook, or going out or suggesting fun things to do together. Every once in a while she bites but mostly I get the cold shoulder. I’m not a country club person and neither was Veronica when we met. Through the years this has changed. Our jobs and incomes got bigger. Big enough, to receive an invitation to a private club. I go every once in a while to play squash or use the fitness facilities. Veronica on the other hand has embraced the country club lifestyle. The outfits, functions and gossip. Lots of it. Who does what to whom and where. She used to tell me every detail. After a row one day, where in I made clear, I was not interested in all that noise, she’s gone quiet …
Mouth for Aunt Daisys Boyfriend
first time, cocksucking, mouth-raape, mature, schoolboy _______________________________________ Carl brought a pint of liquor to my aunt on most Tuesdays and Thursdays and with that, he was able to pry her away from her television and cigarettes long enough to relieve his seemingly unquenchable need for sexual release. They moved to her bedroom in my full view and Carl wasn’t shy about a****listic noises at the point of his greatest quest, one that he no longer enjoyed with his wife after she bore four c***dren and shut down her tunnel of conception. I was a skinny k**. My aunt was a fat slob. Neither of us favored the arrangement but it had become necessary because of severe disruptions elsewhere in my f****y. She accepted my presence but only because she received income from the State, but she didn't care to be responsible for my comings or goings, something I liked a great deal because I felt certain I would at last have my first opportunity to do what I had longed to do for so long—suck cock. Carl sometimes eye-balled me as if to wonder my opinion of their money-for-liquor relationship. I had no opinion and only gave him brief glances. He seemed a little creepy, to be honest. On the third Thursday of July, Carl knocked at our door, a pint of some brownish spirits in hand, and he stepped through the door without waiting for any one to let him in. He was forty-something, average height and build, not good looking, brown hair, and black horned rim glasses. He was far from …
Teaching My Son
We had spent about ten hours driving and stopped at this motel for the night. I laid by the pool soaking up the last of the sun light. My husband had bailed at the last minute for this trip leaving my teenage son and I to make it alone. It was fine as my husband and I had not been getting along at all lately. Two men were trying their hardest to pick me up as I laid by the pool. Made me feel good knowing that at almost fifty I could still attract men with my bikini. I had always had a fantasy about doing two strangers but my son was right across the pool. My pussy was dripping and I was plenty horny and really wanted these two guys but I had to decline them. As much as I wanted to go to their room and have wild time I could not do that to my son. So I watched as the two men moved on to the next lady laying out. After about ten minutes the three got up and headed inside. The two guys gave a high five as they neared the door to the room. Lucky her I thought to myself. My son came over and suggested we go up to our room as it was getting dark. He picked up the empty bottles of beer sitting around my chair and up we went. Once in the room we both started drinking again. I let my son have a couple of beers to unwind. I drank more than I should have. We were both buzzed and were acting like high school k**s. We began flirting with each other, I could not help it as I was horny as hell and the beer only made it worse. My son flipped on the TV and was looking at the movies, of course …
Daughters Home Coming 2
The morning was beautiful; the sun was shining in a clear blue sky. It was a bit chilly first thing, but it was going to be a warm day later on. Julie went to sit in the conservatory, with some orange juice and a magazine. Patricia wanted to do some baking, so I picked up my ipad and coffee and then joined Julie in the conservatory. Julie and I chatted for a while. Julie said, 'You make my mother very happy.' 'Thank you, that's a nice thing to say,' I replied. As the morning went on, the temperature rose and Julie decided it was time to catch some rays and get a tan. She disappeared upstairs and returned wearing a very skimpy, blue bikini, which just about covered her pert breasts. Julie went into the garden and set up a sun bed. After a few minutes, she skipped back into the house, looking for some sun lotion. When Julie found a bottle of sun lotion, she asked Patricia, 'Can you rub some lotion into my back, please.’ Patricia declined, saying, 'My hands are covered in flour and cake mix. Ask Alan, he is not doing much and I’m sure he would be happy to help you.’ Julie skipped back into the conservatory, thrust the bottle of lotion into my hand and marched back to her sunbed. Patricia bellowed, from the kitchen, ‘Go and help her apply some sun lotion or she will be moaning all day.’ I went into the garden, which was edged by conifers, giving it seclusion from the neighbours. I sat on the edge of the sunbed and Julie reached behind her, pulling the strings of her bikini top …
SWALLOW THE CUM..REAL COCKSUCKERS SWALLOW
SWALLOW THE CUM..REAL COCKSUCKERS SWALLOW Hello fellow COCKSUCKERS… MikeySucksIT…THE HOUSTON COCKSUCKER As the title says…REAL COCKSUCKERS SWALOW…I would classify myself as a REAL COCKSUCKER…and I have pictures to prove.. MikeySucksIT…I LOVE CUMFACE..I LOVE SWALLOWING CUM BUT I ALSO LOVE TO HAVE CUM ON MY FACE TO PROVE I'M …"TAKING MY CUMREWARD"..CUMFACE IS PURFECT PROOF I know…todays world REQUIRES VIDEO to be considered PROOF… MikeySucksIT…TAKING MY FIRST BLACK CUMLOAD ALLOVER MY FACE AND DOWN MY THROAT…"FACEGLAZING" PROVES I TOOK THE CUMREWARD CUMSWALLOWING is a NATURAL part of COCKSUCKING…todays YOUNG men (and women) seem to just open mouth SUCK COCK and SWALLOW…It's us OLDER guys that have such trouble SWALLOWING…I KNOW…I have been there…I must confess that I DID NOT SWALLOW MY FIRST CUMLOAD SHOT IN MY MOUTH (when I was 13)…what a shame…IT WAS NOT THE TASTE…I LOVE THE TASTE..It was a MIND BLOCK that said.."IF YOU SWALLOW CUM YOUR A COCKSUCKER"…well…I WAS SUCKING COCK…I had a BIG WHITE COCK in my mouth and IT SHOT A HUGE CUMLOAD IN MY MOUTH…but…MY MIND said…"IF YOU DON'T SWALLOW YOUR NOT A COCKSUCKER"…We ALL know that if you "SUCK ONE COCK"…YOUR A COCKSUCKER.. MikeySucksIT SUCKING MY FRIEND DatDonk…I'M A COCKSUCKER or so SOCIETY says..guys jacking eachother's dick off is OK…that is NOT GAY…(OH YEAH..JACKING LEADS TO SUCKING LEADS TO SWALLOWING…YOUR GAY..LOL) BUT…if ONE COCKHEAD PASSES YOUR …
Strapon
had bought the strapon ages ago when I was having an energetic affair with a fairly hard core lesbian. It was black and big; a good seven inches in length and more importantly about two and a half in radius. Those measurements meant that it provided an extremely good fuck, though I never quite understood what an avowed penis hating dyke got from me fucking her with it. I knew full well what I got from it, though, when she fucked me with it and that was a bang on orgasm. Time went on and my lesbian life-style period ended; I was not a penis hater and in fact liked cock a little too much to consider myself a les so I became a lipstick or, a femme as some call us. I am feminine, well with G cup tits like mine it is hard not to be, and usually I get as much satisfaction from being fucked as I do from having my velvet tipped – for the uninitiated google tipping the velvet. I work in advertising, which along with most creative businesses is a liberally minded industry. It's also a business sector where PC has not extended its tentacles as far as it has in many sectors. To an extent, women are still looked on in advertising as objects, bits of stuff, eye candy and client fodder. To an avowed les that is anathema, but to me it seems perfectly natural hence, another reason for my switch to lipstick status. Thomas was an art director at an agency for which I worked freelance. Art directors do the pictures; copywriters like me do the words. They usually work together in pairs, often …
Roleplay I had on omegle
You: Hey Stranger: hey ! You: ASL?? Stranger: f 19 here You: 16 Male Stranger: cool, I'm allison You: David, what you look like?? Stranger: I'm 5'7 tall, with long dark brown hair, hazel eyes, I have a fair complexion, and a slim but fairly curvy figure You: I'm 5'8, short blond hair, blue eyes, palish, and I have a toned body Stranger: sounds great, so what are you into? You: Anything tbh, but no rape Stranger: oh yeah I hate rape roleplays too don't worry Stranger: hmm how about I'm your older sister's best friend? You: Sure, you wanna start?? Stranger: yeah sure, do you want this to be both romantic and sexual or do you prefer one? You: Just sexual, maybe some rom elements Stranger: okay yeah I can do that You: Okay, let's do this then Stranger: it's late at night and your sister invited me to stay with her tonight. I've been having a hard time falling asleep so I decide to walk downstairs to get myself a drink of water. I walk into the kitchen and am startled when I hear a noise in the living room. I walk over to the living room and see you laying down on the couch watching tv in the dark You: I'm flicking the channels "Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring…" Stranger: I walk into the living room and stand behind the couch with your back to me "what are you doing up this late?" I ask you You: "Jesus Allison, cared the crap outta me." I say startled "Nothing, what about you??" Stranger: "Oh sorry" I laugh when I see you jump "I just came down to get a glass of water" I say "I …
Girdle Lover Part II
So Betty and I would meet whenever we could. One fond memory was going to a shopping mall helping her try on various high heels after dinner. Betty was still wearing her work clothes and it was such a turn on seeing her sexy cute size 7 feet with pretty painted toenails covered with tan pantyhose slipping into various shoes. I finally convinced her to buy these 4.5 inch spiked heeled bright red pumps which were difficult for her to walk in but made my cock hard as steel. The young saleslady probably thought it was pretty strange that this middle aged lady and this young guy were interested in buying these sexy high heels. We then went to the ladies hosiery department to buy some of those Hanes non-stretch stockings with the reinf***ed heel and toe and the green band of color at the top of the welt. This was the early 1980's and you could still find these nylons at major department stores but they have since been phased out. I remember they had different grades of sheerness (walking sheers, business sheers, etc.) and they were sold by foot size and came in the famous Hanes colors like Barely There, Town Taupe, Gentlebrown, Quicksilver, etc. We bought a few different colors and Betty went to the ladies room in the mall to remove her pantyhose, put on a garter belt and hook up the new stockings we just bought. She also put on the new red pumps. When she came out of the ladies room, she had a little trouble walking back to the car in the new shoes, but when we got to the car, I …
Written Tribute to Goddess Diana Blackmore
Written earlier this week in honor and praise of She who I long to serve, the magnificent Ebony Transsexual Goddess, Mistress Diana Blackmore. If She reads this, and I truly hope She will, it is my hope She will be pleased.Where She Wants me Immobilized, that's what I was. Although I did not know for exactly how long. My wrists and ankles were tightly shackled, and I was unable to see or speak because of the tightly laced, leather hood that had been put over my head. Nevertheless, I still managed to make out through the padded leather the "click, click, click," sound of my dominant Black Transsexual Goddess, Mistress Diana Blackmore's, high heeled boots on the tile floor of her basement dungeon. I felt her hand stoke my hooded head, even through the thick padding. And then, I felt something placed to my right nostril. A glass bottle, or glass ampule of some kind. "Sniff deeply slave," Mistress Diana commanded in her soft voice. Without hesitation eager to comply, I inhaled deeply. As I did this, my head began to spin, as if in a vortex. "Very good slave," I heard Mistress Diana say. I felt the container on my left nostril next. "Again slave, sniff deeply," she commanded. My mind continued to spin, and my body began to react to what my Owner had just made me inhale. Even though I was locked up tightly in the CB3000 by her, nevertheless, my penis strained, trying to get hard, albeit unsuccessfully. My hips began to move involuntarily. My ass began to spasm and twitch, relaxed, …
Winter of My Discontent
I’m not really sure how to start my story. Is it too cliché of me to say, “It was a dark and stormy night?” Or should I give some backstory first? I’m trying to finally write out the worst single day of my life and I can’t even figure out how to start. Fuck it, I’ll give some background. I had met Summer my sophomore year of high school, when she came in as a freshman. I’ll be honest, at first she kinda annoyed me. Definitely the preachy type, though that might have had to do with the fact that her father was a pastor of one of our local churches. I don’t really remember how it happened, but Summer ended up falling in with my crowd in school. See, I wasn’t part of any one real clique. I was more that weird puzzle piece that somehow brought and held a bunch of different groups of people together. I always found that to be a little ironic since I’m such an introvert. Sophomore year was pretty rough for me in the love department, I fell hard for someone who seemed to take great pleasure from both the attention I was giving, and the idea of toying with my heart. Summer watched from afar as I was constantly manipulated nearly to the point of breaking. It wasn’t until April that things profoundly changed for us. See, after months of leading me on, it came out that my crush was secretly dating someone already. As you can imagine, I was completely devastated. Summer though came to my rescue—she suggested we hang out, go to a movie to get my mind off of things. I’ll admit, I didn’t …
A night at the Bar
My wife is a hot redhead, slim, built, beautiful, and has tits the size of Mt. Everest. She loves to show off whenever we go out to a bar and this night was no different. The bar was a sleazy place you find at the end of an alley with a small neon sign that just says “drinks.” A large “U” shaped bar took up most of the place with a pool table at the end away from the door. Past the pool table was another door that led out to the back parking lot where we had parked our car. As we walked in several people waved and said hello as she was well known in the place as a “fun girl.” On this evening she had worn one of her more revealing outfits, a see-through fine mesh crop top and a garter belt with hip high black vinyl stockings and a thin see-through skirt and nothing else. The top was so tight it hugged every inch of her voluptuous tits, and so thin that every inch of her nipples were visible and standing out tightly. We walked the entire length of the bar from the front door to the pool table so that all the guys there could get a good look. As we walked past several of the guys stopped her, gave her a kiss and felt her tits either through the top or under it and a few even fingered her tight pussy just for good measure. She saddled up to a stool and swung out with her back to the bar and her legs spread wide so everyone could see her soft, pink cunt. Several guys walked over and began talking a lot of nothing and within a few minutes two of them had her top pulled up and were …
From Wimp To Pimp
Introduction: Fictional tale of a man who once had a ‘perfect’ love and a ‘perfect’ band. After betrayal from both, he decides to summon the devil while in a stupidly d***ken state. He gets an unexpected turn for the better both in career and in love. Prologue “Babe please, can’t we please talk about this?!” “Sorry, but I just can’t see myself being with you anymore.” Kael continued to beg his fiancé not to leave. It was all futile as Jane walked away with her boss, George. All of his hopes and dreams were shattered as Jane took those steps outside the door. No matter how much he begged, Jane ignored his pleas. As he looked to the house next door, he could see his neighbor Tara watching what was happening. She had concern on her face. He would need to find a way to assure Tara everything was okay. However, that was the least of his worries. In the end, Jane picked up the last of her bags and Kael stood there at the door, still in disbelief. There was nothing left for him to do but watch her ride away in George’s car and face that heartache head on. Even after they were long gone Kael stood there at the front door of his house. There was nothing on his mind except possible scenarios on how he could have prevented this. What could he do to get her back? “Kael?” Tara had walked over and was now standing a few feet away from Kael. She was a very sweet girl that moved in next door not too long after he got this place for him and Jane. He really hit it off with her, but Jane …
A memory from our past – Dr**k Foursome
Further to my recent post, I thought I'd share a story from our past that seems like a lifetime ago but evidently is the root of our interest in the wife being "active" with others… Its an entirely true story! I'm not into fiction but do get off on sharing our experiences, however limited, with others out there. SO……….. My wife and I, I'll refer to her as K, met at University. One night we were on a night out with one of her housemates (Gemma) and her boyfriend (Chris). We were about 21/22 years old at the time. Typical night out. Pubs followed by a club. So we are in this nightclub and its packed. We are all suitably hammered. K and Gemma are dancing and Chris and I are drinking at the bar. As is normal, the girls are getting a fair amount of attention off other blokes on the dancefloor. It's not a problem for Chris or I and in fact we find it quiet amusing. The blokes are getting closer and closer and a few of them are whispering in the girls ears etc. At this point K and Gemma have had enough and come back to Chris and I at the bar, probably for a bit of security. The are complaining about some of the guys being letchy. So Chris tells them to pretend they're lesbian. They giggle about it and then cant remember who but either Chris or I dared them to get back on the dancefloor and have a bit of a flirt and a snog with eachother. A bit tipsy, K and Gemma laugh and head back to the dancefloor. Needless to say they do the deed. Its all a bit clumsy and a bit giggly …