Latex Catsuit Sex I am not very good at writing stories, but I would like to share some of my kinky passions with you all. I love to dress in kinky, provocative and feminine outfits; some for public wear and some only acceptable in the bedroom. I love heels or boots, pantyhose and stretch vinyl but, my favorite is latex. I have had a latex fetish my whole life! Even at the age when I was too young to have a sexual interest in another person, or even knew about sex, rubber gloves would make me hard just from thinking about them. My Mom had a pair of latex household gloves that were transparent, smooth and shiny inside and out and very supple and stretchy. I would sneak them into the bathroom and sometimes wear them to bed at night. My little dick would get hard and I would play with it. I didn't know what it was all about, just that it felt soooo good! I had my first orgasm at the age of about five wearing those gloves. I had no idea what had just happened and it was so powerful that it really gave me a scare. I vowed that I would never do anything like that again! I was probably at it again the next day! lol My all time favorite single item of clothing is a footed, gloved and hooded latex catsuit. I have many, with and without the attached hood, in different thicknesses and colors but, my favorite are thin and transparent or transparent colors. The thin latex can fit so tight and wrinkle free and yet not be tight feeling or binding. Also, they are just soooo stretchy and …
Sex in University Library
Basically me and my ex had a relationship that was held together by amazing sex and nothing else. But because the sex was so good and so frequent, it lasted a good year and we both got some amazing stories out of it. One of my favourites is the time we were both tired after a long day of lectures, seminars, reading, and writing assignments and we had been in Uni for about 8 hours and both needed to relax before we went for dinner. We were in the basement of the library and had been for a number of hours, trying our best to actually concentrate on the work that needed doing. It got to about 6:30 when I had finished all I could for the day, but she still wanted to do another half an hour before we went for dinner. Being the caring boyfriend I was with no ulterior motives at all I decided to sit behind her and give her a relaxing shoulder and neck massage whilst she finished off what she needed to do. Whilst we were quite kinky in the bedroom, which you will find out from other stories I will get around to posting on here, we had done very little in public before. I kept massaging her neck for a few minutes before moving my hands down her back, lifting her top up slightly so I could feel her properly, squeezing her hips gently but hard enough to turn her on. My hands slid further down inside her leggings, my hands running across her ass and squeezing while I start to kiss her shoulder and her neck, her little groan catching the attention of the man in front of us. He turned …
Skinny dipping leads to sex in public place
Back in the late nineties and early noughties, as you may have figured from my other stories, I was a student at the University of Surrey. I went to Uni as a mature student and was in fact 27 when I started in 1998. Anyway, as you will imagine, it was a bit like picking fruit in an orchard as far as hooking impressionable young girls was concerned. Given their new found freedom and since they're all away from home for the first time, I felt it was my duty to help them gain as much confidence and experience as possible in the bedroom department. In fact, there's probably a good few guys around who don't realise how much I taught their wives all those years ago! Anyway, the easy ones don't stick in your mind do they and looking back now, there's only one or two that are worth putting pen to paper for. One was a friend of mine, who we'll call Clare. This is a different Clare to my neighbour and a very different kettle of fish altogether. Now Clare was also a bit of a mature student, but still not as old as me and if I'm honest, she wasn't at all what you'd look for in a girlfriend or as wife material, but she just had something about her that made me want to fuck her brains out. She was, I think, 23 when we started at uni and she had a size 12 arse, with size 10 top half, made up of a thin waist, flat tummy, small perky tits (so small she didn't wear a bra a lot of the time, just a little vest top) and a great naughty smile. She had lovely smooth skin with a great complexion and …
Playtime Stories Ch 10-A Theater to Group Booth
10-A I returned entered the theater and saw the other couple that had come in was not all that attractive. He was better looking than she was and they were putting on a show of her oral sex skills on a dildo in front of the desperate crowd. I felt hands search me and I looked around for the blonde T-gurl slut who had just expertly sucked me off. I saw a group of people in front and another to the left side of the theater. I walked down the walkway to the front of the theater to find a couple of hot 20-something gay-boys fucking in front of a crowd of middle aged men who were jacking themselves. I watched for a minute and saw that while the two young men were very hot, I didn’t really see any other meat in the crowd of voyeurs that I had to have. I turned and looked up the left side of the theater and saw my blonde tranny friend smiling at me as she gave someone a really good lap dance. She waved me over so I went to her and she put her arms around my neck and hugged me as she gyrated. I reached back and felt her ass and realized we were an item. More men gathered around and I heard things like “Damn I gotta see this,” and “That’s the one who was sucking and fucking before,” and “This is gonna be hot…” With all that pressure from public notoriety I decided he was right, it was definitely going to be hot. “What’s your name, honey?” I said in my seductive femme voice into my tranny-lezbo lover’s ear. “Uhhhh haaaaahhh…Carla,” she moaned as she gyrated her bare ass on the man’s …
Sex Studio Secrets #20: Sasha and Ashtyn-5
Sasha's special ceremony for closest loves involves a red champagne cocktail of body fluids. She has her youngest sibling come over to join us. Nice Natalia is her obedient submissive pet. She is as pretty as Sasha and likewise a young mom. She is the first to try my fabulous swing. She is eaten out by all three tasty warm women. My granddod Petra tips me about Nat's sexy smell. She is ovulating great granddad! Please Peter make me more relatives, must be a great mix of genes. Suddenly Sasha's phone rings. I hear her talk Russian with some Swedish and words in English, like 'food' and 'vodka'… My youngest s*s called. She lives Amsterdam. Waiting for us. She cooked us dinner. I told Natalia to come over with her food. We two do not intend to leave this sexy studio! You know, Professor Peter? My s1s is my pet! We welcome her sexy Sasha. She must be pretty as well! Fine, for a pretty pet and her audience I have a special surprise in store here, soon I show my swing. Let us wait for her and the dinner she cooked. As a dessert, I will show my swing machine to you all! For fresh readers, please read back at my stories for Jennifer parts three and four for my new tool. For obvious reasons all three sexy Swedish girls vote for nice Nat to be hosted first in my swing. For some reason Natalia looks much more familiar than my two fresh friends! Did I meet her before? For an hour we are only enjoying red beet soup, blinis, boeuf stroganoff and many more delicacies. My mind dwells and …
Like Mother, Like Daughter
If you have read my stories Lynn’s Wedding and Vince Redux, you know that Vince is the hottest guy anywhere, and he’s far and away the best fuck of my whole 39-year life. My hunky Italian stud and I now manage to spend all weekend, every weekend, in long sexual marathons. And I’ve never been happier. But once in a while, we leave the bedroom, and I get to trot my hunk out to show him off in public. Recently, we were at a department store, Vince picking out hot outfits for me to wear, and me picking out what would show off how sizzling hot he is. Holding up outfits against each other, touching each other in naughty places, and of course kissing every few minutes. And suddenly, there was –.my mother! She was dressed conservatively sexy, but for some odd reason, she was picking out matronly dresses that make this curvy, shapely, still attractive 61-year-old woman look about 85. Mom saw me kissing and being all flirty with Vince, and she pulled me aside, out of Vince’s being able to hear us. “Isn’t this the same guy I saw you dancing with at your friend Lynn’s wedding?” mom asked. “Yes, mom.” “You guys left the wedding kind of early.” “Yes!” I giggled, winking at Vince. “You’d better be careful!” mom warned. “Guys like him want only one thing.” “It’s not like that, mom.” “Oh, really? Does he love you?” “I don’t think so. But I don’t love him, either.” “He just wants you for sex.” “You don’t understand.” “Oh,” mom laughed. “I think I do.” “No, mom, you don’t! He’s not using me …
at computer
This is my second entry here. If anyone knows an editor that may interested in looking over my stories before publication I would appreciate it you sent them my way./i] I see you sitting there at your computer, your back to me. I wonder what it is you are working on at this time of night and why you have your headphones on. I approach, staying silent on the deep carpeting. You do not hear me, you seem so engrossed with what is on the screen. Looking over your shoulder I am a little surprised to see the video you are watching. It appears you are watching a video of a couple of lesbians. The is a woman laying on her back with another between her legs. The quality looks homemade. I think I recognize the woman on her back. You still fail to realize I am behind you, or you know I am there and are pretending that I am not; either way your focus is on the screen. I realize then, that I do recognize the woman, it is your friend Lisa. You two have known each other for years. Looking down to the woman between her legs, I realize she looks familiar was well. She glances to the camera just then and it is your other from Brooke. She says something to the camera, but with the headphones on, I don’t know what it is. I am getting more and more excited as I watch the silent action on the screen. I look down and see your nipples are hard and pushing into your tank top. I reach around and cup your breasts in my hands. Your reaction proves you knew I was there. With a sigh you push your tits …
Virgin Poppy
Poppy was a young 18 yr old virgin living at home, she was at college in her final year studying healthcare, and was looking forward to her 2 week placement at the local hospital, her best friend Diane was a student nurse and she had told Poppy some amazing stories that had gone on there, since she started, Diane and Poppy had grown up together, going to same schools and there was only 3 days between them in age. They were both looking forward to their 18th birthday party, both parents had arranged, 1, for Poppy finishing College, Diane passing her exams and of cause both turning 18. The night of the party arrived and Diane arrived at Poppy’s house to get ready as they went into Poppy’s room chatting away Diane took her top off, and bra her tits stood firm very hard nipples light brown in colour, Poppy looked at Diane “wow Di you have a real sexy body” “will you stop you’re the one with the drop dead gorgeous figure, look at ya what a figure” Poppy blushed as Diane pulled her panties off, “wow you’re shaved what it feel like” “oh it ok just got a mad surge and shaved, do you want to feel” Poppy shook her head “go on feel it never had a it felt by anyone except me” Diane lay on the bed and opened her legs, Poppy slowly felt her soft shaven pussy making Diane groan softly “mmmmmm that feels good” as Poppy touched it again rubbing her fingers up and down the slit, “oh god keep doing it, I’m getting so wet” as Diane pulled her legs apart a bit more, letting Poppy slip her finger …
how i give my friend a blowjob
HERE IS A PICTURE OF MY WHEN I SUCK MY FRIEND AND GET FUCKED:http://dlmyfile.com/7sEU Author’s Note: This story addresses a couple of fetishes. It already has mind control, induced by subliminals and other forms of conditioning. However, it touches upon some other very specific fetishes, namely exhibitionistic dancing to heavy, insistent drum music tracks, nudity, open masturbation in front of strangers, the use of gas and drugs, knockout gas, anonymous people wearing gas masks and the smoking fetish. The characters do not go down the BDSM road. Mind control, in my stories, is more like a slow but steady corruption and subversion of purpose, leading to people losing their inhibitions and letting their sexual side come out to the full. If you can’t tell the difference between the real world, fiction and fantasy by now, stop reading any further. I’m not going to be held responsible for you being an idiot and thinking that this is an account of something that can happen in the real world. This is not some sort of manifesto telling you how to do something stupid. It’s just a work of porn. Nothing more. It was to be, for Julia Markham, a most interesting day. Boredom was the bane of Julia’s life. She had a boring home, a boring boyfriend, a boring job. Even her holidays were boring, with the same boring people in the same boring resorts. Every year they would plan a different resort: each year, they’d find that the same boring people had booked the same bloody boring resort as …
One Trick Penny – Chapter 6
Paying the Parking Rate The bar served a decent shrimp dinner, and Quinn appeared to enjoy my company. She was especially amused by the stories of my tricks with my husband. “You’re man is a total freak, but then they all are,” she said in-between laughter. “Don’t get me wrong, my best customers are all freaks; I love those kind of men. They make me money.” “Speaking of that kind of thing, I’d love to know how to give a head like you.” “Ah, you saw the look on Henry’s face when I was sucking his cock.” She leaned in close and lowered her voice. “The secret is that your mouth isn’t what gets them off.” “What do you mean? That’s why they call it a blowjob.” “That's what men think. They see you putting their cock in your mouth and it’s a dominance thing. Subliminally, they believe we’re submitting to them. The mistake most women make is to try to shove as much of the penis in their mouth as possible and wind up gagging on it by deep throating. It looks good in porno videos, doesn’t it? However, the real stimulation is what you do with your hands. Cup the balls and work the shaft. The mouth is just a place to hold the cock. The magic is to make the man think he's in control, when it’s really the woman that’s running everything.” I thought back to how she brought Henry to attention. She barely had the tip of his rod past her lips. “He’d swear I’d taken in every inch of it. It isn’t necessary and rubbing his balls is far more stimulating.” “So you controlled the entire thing?” “Men …
Horny Hermione – Slughorns Slut
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the “Harry Potter” characters. These stories are strictly for ‘entertainment’ purposes. Don’t sue me, I have no money. WARNING: These stories are just fantasies but we’ll be dealing with mind-control, non-consent, public sex, and whatever else I want to right. Heed any warnings I put up. I’ll try to make each story in the series a stand-alone so if you don’t like something happening in it, you can just go to the next series. I will be altering facts to suit my purpose. This is Hermione’s 7th year. Book 7 hasn’t happened. So they’re all at the school. McGonagall is headmistress, Snape teaches DADA and was never seen killing Dumbledore, etc, etc, etc. Hermione is 17 years old in this and she’ll always be with older men, Lucius, teachers, etc. If that’s not what you’re looking for, this isn’t the story for you. Coupling: Hermione/Slughorn. ~*~ Early the next day, Hermione slipped out of Gryffindor common room before most people were up. She hadn’t dared chanced going to the Greenhouses again after her encounter with Mr. Filch. The thought still left her feeling dirty and horny all at the same time. Disgusted with herself, she ran as quickly as she could down the steps, her large breasts jiggling with every step. As much as she’d tried, none of her bras fit anymore. None of her clothes for that matter. Her shirts were too tight, leaving buttons gaping in the front over her massive boobs and her skirts were now scandalously short. Holding her cloak …
First Time Groped
I had been wanking myself since my early teens. It had virtually become compulsive as I took every opportunity to get my cock out and wank off. It was a great feeling when the excitement mounted just before cumming until I couldn't stop the wank and compulsively kept on until I shot my load. This continued in private for about one year. Then I discovered that public toilets in the city of Belfast had exciting grafitti on the walls of the cubicles. So every day on my way home from college I would go into different toilets to read the stories and requests for cock fun, and have a wank and wonderful cum. One day shortly after this I was in toilets in one of the bus stations in the city and was quietly having a good wank and was very much aroused by the reading material. I had my trousers and pants off and was sitting naked from the waist down. The walls of the cubicle were solid and had no glory-holes. Suddenly I was aware of an outstretched arm under the adjoining wall with the hand making a grasping action. This frightened the hell out of me and I soon lost my erection. I didn't know what to do. The arm went back into the next cubicle and then shortly appeared with a piece of paper in the hand. So I took the paper and it had a message on it. It said "I would love to feel your cock and balls. Would you squat down and get a sexy thrill"? My god, this is just like the grafitti on the walls. My cock began to get aroused and reading the note had me sexually excited again. Do I or …
BRAYSON – THE WINDOW CLEANER FUCKBUDDY
This is one of those stories I am sure your going to go oh great a long and tedious event however this is a relationship of two men that spans OMG yes it spans a period of 20 years believe it or not. For myself it has a lot to do with feelings not necessarily sexual but emotional however for Bray it was always about the sex. A little background here I had just relocated back home from Australia after a very strange and somewhat damaging relationship in which I felt threatened so returning to Canada seemed to be the perfect choice for me. About myself :- I had been working in the hotel industry for many years to which I had managed to score a wonderful opportunity of becoming a trained butler. Upon my return I felt the best way to seek employment was to join the hospitality industry. I stand 6 feet tall although not muscular certainly not bad to look at, had a full head of hair tinged prematurely gray, I to be honest never felt I was attractive compliments of my Turkish ex, but have been told by others I am handsome. Have a full chest of hair, and a great thick uncut cock standing at erection over 7.5 inches long. So here I am settled in Calgary working for a very upmarket chain earning exceptional money, certainly not looking for a relationship trust me it was totally the last thing on my mind. Where as I had mostly been a top with my last relationship I had bottomed mostly I was not planning on returning to that avenue very soon. Because of my job and the fact they where …
Sharing Cindy Chapter 21 Cindy Brings Home a Girlfriend
Sharing Cindy Chapter 21 “Cindy Brings a Girlfriend Home” I hope some of you reading these accounts of the adventures with my wife Cindy are enjoying them. While they may not be as slickly written as some of the fiction stories on this site, they are all true and really just a small portion of all the fun we had over the years. A lot of people have asked me what I get out of allowing my wife to have sex with others. I suppose it’s very difficult for those who are not turned on by this type of activity to understand. Everyone seems to have something that turns them on; it might be lingerie, it might be bondage, it might be something kinky, but for me, its knowing that my wife is turning someone on and that they find her desirable. Sometimes the actual act of sex doesn’t have to take place, simply the teasing and flirting can be enough. One of the other benefits I get is that Cindy enjoys women as well and she has no problem with me sharing them with her. It started back when we were young and she befriended a young girl, Karen, who had started to attend public school after many years of being sheltered by her over protective mother. Karen had never been around a lot of boys and had never been allowed to wear anything remotely suggestive. Cindy took her under her wing and really brought her out of her shell. She helped her with everything from a new hairstyle, to new cloths and even with all the questions she had about sex. Karen’s mom began to allow her to spend time away …
Making Her Cum at the Cinema – The Isabelle Chronicles Part 1
************************************************************** This is part one of a series of stories called the Isabelle Chronicles. Some of these stories are real, some are semi-real and some are just fantasy. Can you guess which is which? *************************************************************** It was a Monday night in the middle of a sizzling summer and I had only one thing on my mind: you. The ever so sexy Isabelle. We had only been on two or three dates but this was already becoming quite the steamy summer love affair. We had already made out all over the city and fooled around at most of the city's landmarks but I still hadn't gotten the chance to do the one thing I wanted most: play with your pussy… This girl was absolutely gorgeous and we were insanely hot for each other. We couldn't go five minutes without making out in public or me taking out your perfect tits and teasing your nipples in broad daylight. But whenever my hand reached down under your dress, you would slap my hand away with a sultry grin on your face and say "not just yet, big boy…" It was driving me crazy, I was fantasizing about you all week long. While I was at work, all I could think about was burying my face into your warm, wet pussy and licking your clit until you were grabbing the back of my head and moaning out my name. I called you up as soon as I got home and asked you out to go see that new sexy movie. But I didn't give a fuck about the movie. I knew exactly what I wanted. …
Helping a friend
So i couldn't wait to get my 3rd story out. Like i said in my 2nd story, it feels good to actually get these out. This story involves the same woman from the first 2 stories about the blowjobs. This was a few months later after much begging, convincing and negotiating. We'd moved from a blowjob to penetration. Of course, most of it was on her terms, not mine. But at the time considering i was young and very horny. I decided it was worth the… price to get inside her, especially after perving on her sexy ass so many times and jerking off to thoughts and pictures of her quite a bit at the time. It took us a while to actually find the perfect time to get it done, as she was back with her at the time on/off bf. We chatted the previous week and sorted a day/time. It nearly however didn't go ahead due to us not agreeing on certain terms. I was expecting it to be a fun naked time, that however wasn't the case. But considering the amount of money she owed me that i had leant her over time, and the fact i wanted to get inside badly, i stupidly agreed. She wouldn't be naked, she would however be wearing a long top so i couldn't see anything, and it had to be as quick. We were texting on the morning of the day it was due to happen, she nearly backed out with nerves and the fact that she was waiting for her ex to leave the house to go to work so she could get ready. I eventually got the text, saying she'd set off. Luckily i had an empty house for a few hours. She text me saying she was …
Gs Story
She walked along quickly beside him, thinking that the heels on these boots were ridiculous and constantly feeling like she should be pulling down her skirt. It wasn't THAT short, she supposed, her actual butt wasn't actually sticking out, but it sure felt like it was about to, especially without panties on (Rule #8 – No underwear, period.). How the heck was she going to sit down? Wait, was there a rule about that? Dammit, there were so many rules to remember that she was sure she'd mess up a hundred times before the night was over. And he had said something about punishment being severe and immediate. He had given her a chance to get out of it, even a chance to renegotiate the rules and punishments, but she had declined. This, strict and rigid discipline, was exactly what she wanted. More than that, it was exactly what she had needed for so very long. But was she really ready for it? He had shown her that she could be a perfect little slut in private, shown that to her beyond her wildest fantasies. And he had assured her that he wouldn't have offered to take her out in public in this role if he wasn't absolutely sure she could do it. Still, she wondered. Her head swam with all the new rules, and she felt like everyone, absolutely everyone, was looking at her. Yes, she was dressed kind of slutty (Rule #3 – Dress exactly as instructed.) but no more than some of the other women out tonight. She felt a little trashy compared to him in his jeans (that fit him Oh So Well ), white …
Being physcial with my girlfriend
This is a true story about me from a few years ago, for the sake of the privacy of those part of this story, I will be known as Orion, and my girlfriend in this will be known at Ann. Sense this me and her have broken up a long time ago, but it is always nice to go back and remember old stories. My dad teaches at the school where I used to go, me and my girlfriend Ann would normally stay after school to work on homework together before I walked her to her bus stop just a few blocks down the road. Today however, it was a little different. My dad who normally watches us in his room was sick and in the hospital, so we had to go into the other class room to work. However with the teacher being a little grump that day we left early going into my dads room to grab our stuff before we headed out to the bus stop. Ann at the time was 15, tall standing just under 6 foot, long legs and neck length black hair. Her boobs were about B cups, nothing big but still I loved them, and she does not shave her lower region. I was around 5'10, short brown hair, blue eyes, and sadly overweight though I have lost a lot of that. And for a guy I was and still am horribly endowed, my dick only being 5 inches. I finished grabbing my stuff and we stood in the muddle of the dark and empty room smiling at each other when suddenly I reached out grabbing her waist and pulling her into me kissing her deeply,my tongue slowly invading her mouth as our tongue fought a brutal war, though after a few seconds I …
Why I dislike most porn -1
I have seen a lot of it – Some is quite good – See here my more than ten thousand favourite videos! I have seen also many videos without acting or directors, why are they always better than pro-porn? I have written essays and reports for Playboy and Newsweek, which made the international editions I have written several hundreds of erotic stories in three different languages, blogs in many more I will give reasons below why I think most porn directors are gay guys who hate women with all heart I will give alternatives to my readers to access something sexier than mainstream porn from the West I have read hundreds of books in a wide scope of sexuology, reports, essays, autobiographies, novels I have read all my life, as I hardly worked as a journalist, editor or reporter – I prefer to think! I have lived for a few months in several European countries as well as in India, South and North I have lived for over a dozen years in Poland, where I composed an essay for the Polish Playboy I first summarise parts the essay for which Playboy Polska lacked the guts to publish it I remember the new editor-in-chief, he just loved to be Playboy's face on Polish TV and parties I remember his ignorance of my dozen earlier articles and knowledge of many different editions I sometimes still meet people who refuse to believe I have an edition even of Playboy in Chinese I got it from the former editor-in-chief, who had no idea how rare this probe print edition was In Catholic prudish Poland in …
A Visit From Saint Michael – A Halloween Story
WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2014 by The Technician ( [email protected]. ) Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * I sent the request through his publicist and spokesperson like I did every year figuring that the worst that could happen was that he would once again say “No!” Much to my surprise, however, this year when the publicist called back, rather than a polite refusal, he instead said, “Mr. Summerfield has agreed to see you.” …
Dawn`s ultimate fantasy 1
Dawn`s ultimate fantasy 1 Let`s have a quick refresher about Dawn first; she`s a pretty little thing, just 5 ft 5” tall, Married, has Husband, An occasional Lover and a Master, who Every week calls her to his lair uses her as he wishes then sends her home next day well fucked. She then sends her adventures as a note to me her Scribe who in turn writes them up as a story for her and dotes on her every word/ Meanwhile the hubby Andy (a devoted cuckold) is sat at home with his kit in a chastity cage, awaiting her return his only knowledge of what has happened is the story by the scribe on the stories return. The master is known to send for her to ride by bus to his place in just a coat, collar and high heels for humiliation purposes it was this was to lead to her undoing and it happened like this; One Thursday afternoon at tea break at her work, she sat chatting when a message from her master arrived it simply said “8 40 pm Saturday, Mine dressed just the coat collar and heels Next the jewel will be the word slut. She smiled, understanding completely. She sent OK There was no further communication she knew if she couldn’t do as commanded she could send the single word, “unavailable” and he would except that she was pre-booked for a f****y thing, or it was her week , or she was unwell, she knew though she would then suffer next time he sent for her. She continued work as though being called across 12 miles of Oxfordshire on a cold February night dressed in a ¾ length fur coat …
The Private Game – Chapter 4
******************************************* This is a continuation of the Private Game. This contains my usual themes of wife infidelity, cuckolding, and voyeurism. The series is meant to be a standalone story and not as a prequel or sequel to any of my other stories. I appreciate the feedback I have received and some of the correspondence. I have taken some of your suggestions and interwoven them into my stories. I look forward to your continued comments. This series should be read in order. ************************ Mike wasn't sure how to continue this conversation. Before he could say another word, Lynn entered the room. She changed into a summer blouse with white slacks. The first two buttons were open. It obvious to both men she was wearing lightweight bra. They both took in the deep valley of her cleavage. Lynn stopped so both men could admire her. Mike spoke first, "That's a great outfit. You look sexier than you did earlier." Lynn walked over to Chuck and looked at her husband, "Chuck has been looking at the same outfit all afternoon. I wanted to show him a different view." She opened up her blouse a little further. Chuck blatantly looked down her blouse. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her a little closer. He told her, "The other outfit was hot, but this view is even sexier." Lynn leaned up just like Chuck told her and kissed his cheek. Her husband watched, "I am glad you like it. I feel sexy wearing it. What about you honey?" "You know that is one of my …
Cottaging
Cottaging was my introduction to this side of my sexuality. I discovered the various pornographic stories and the like on the local (though, unfortunately, no longer there) quay toilet walls and would regularly go in to read them and wank off. A couple of the cubicles had gloryholes and as much as I fantasized about using one I could never seem to time it right as far as having a willing partner next door. Then one day I went in to have a read and a wank and saw that one of the cubicle doors was locked and, as the ones with the gloryholes were well away from the main door, with plenty of suitable, genuine loos in between, I thought maybe it was my chance at last. I went in next door, my heart already racing, and immediately noticed that there was a piece of toilet paper partially blocking the hole on the other side side. Nervous as hell because it was my first time, and not knowing if the paper was a typical thing but not wanting to push it to far, I dropped my pants and sat down to see what would happen. As I said, the paper only partially covered the hole and I could see that the man next door was sat with his hand down between his legs with his cock down in the toilet bowl. You couldn't see his cock but the way his hand was moving it was obvious he was playing with himself. Figuring that if I could see him, he could see me, but still nervous of going too far, I simply copied him and the movement of his body made it clear he was watching me. Getting harder by the second, …
Blue Mountains Train Trip
I was catching the train from the Blue Mountains down into Sydney which is a good two hour trip, plenty of time to spend reading or working. On this particular day there weren't many passengers so I settled into my seat at the rear of one of the cabins, setup my iPad on the table and decided to catchup on some reading in Lush. I love the slow build up that erotica provides and I had quite an eclectic mix of genre in my reading queue to get through; not to mention the chance of a chat with one or more of my online mates which is always a buzz. The only down side of reading in public is not being able to strip off and release the pressure once it becomes too intense, but that's just part of the whole ying-yang experience. I noticed a young lady sit down diagonally opposite me. She had lovely dark copper coloured skin and jet black hair; she obviously had a Polynesian background. She was wearing a tight white blouse and a dark flowing skirt, the generous curves of her breasts and butt were hinted at in a subtle yet sexy way as her clothes clung to her figure. But it wasn't her body that drew me in, it was her eyes that grabbed me – dark, deep and full of mischief and confidence that only Island girls have. She seated herself facing in my direction and also pulled out an iPad and then immersed herself into the online world, so I decided to do the same. In Lush I'd been chatting with a young islander girl by the name of Vi; we'd exchanged some hot photos, but never faces, and I …