I’ve been a lurker on this group since its inception, and since I
introduced my wife to it, she’s been pressing me to post one of our
stories. Here it is, then, with a twist, for your approval.
We both enjoy adding a great deal of interesting costume to our play.
I love the sight of her in extreme heels and tightly-laced old
fashioned corsets, as well as bound and helpless. She loves these
things, as well as anything else that presses, squeezes, or otherwise
molds her, and adds to her tactile overload or general level of
frustration. Thus, we’ve accumulated a great storehouse of toys over
the years, from a variety of shoes with heels in varying heights, to
several custom made corsets (there are very few manufacturers left,
and the prices can be outrageous) with waists from 19″ to 22″
(including one that is knee-length), rubber stockings, skirts, and so
on, and a very large drawerful of cuffs, collars and padlocks. All
these things see a good amount of use! Continue reading “Chinese slut in bondage”
Last Sunday morning I got a phone call from Darby. He asked if I’d like to go
sailing with he and some friends, all but one of whom I had already met. Since
I love the water and had only planned to clean house I naturally agreed to go.
I stopped at the store and bought some enough wine, beer, fruit and other
assorted munchies for five.
When I arrived I found Darby and his friend Quinn working on the motor. Quinn
is a tall, blonde, good looking engineer that Darby has unsuccessfully tried
to set me up with for over 5 years. Continue reading “Having nice time together”
I was sitting in the living room when my husband left to go
to his bowling league. He bowls every Thursday, and tonight was
no exception. I was watching TV, and hardly noticed when he
left. I was looking forward to a nice, quiet night to myself.
I had dropped the kids off at mothers earlier this evening, and
they would not be back until next week. I could not remember the
last time I had the house to myself.
It was about 2 hours later when I heard a sound from the
back bedroom. I was walking back to see what happened when I was
grabbed from behind. Continue reading “Fucked From Behind”
My wife Joyce and I have what we believe is a unique but not altogether
lifestyle. It wasn’t always so but during our third year of marriage Joyce
began talking about how she thought it would be fun if we invited another man
into our bed. At first I was a bit put off by the idea but over a period of
about three months Joyce convinced me that it would be for our psychical
excitement and not an emotional attachment. Finally I consented to allowing
her fantasy. In reality she had me excited about seeing her with another man
and I think I was looking forward to the experience as much or more than she.
We discussed who we could invite and immediate ruled our friends. Finally we
decided to see if she could find someone in one of the local lounges. The
following Friday night Joyce dressed in a new and very sexy outfit I purchased
for her that week. She was beautiful. About 10:00pm we entered one of the
more active lounges and found a small table. We were both quite nervous but
determined to go forward with our plan if we could find a willing male. Continue reading “Bisexual Married Orgy”
She had been given only to men who treated her with
kindness, and so she learned the pleasures of cunnilingus and
caresses. When finally puberty had begun to render her a
beautiful woman, she immersed herself in the new electricity she
felt when her enlarging nipples were sucked; how her growing but
still perfectly bare vagina began to open when she felt the
electricity, and produce delicious liquid the help the mens’
penises stroke in her so easily; how her lips and anus both
became more sensitive so she could be overwhelmed by pleasure in
many places. Daily the ladies bathed and oiled and exercised her,
and shared her delight in sex with the understanding customers;
some of the staff ladies also sought her company.
When I came to know her, I felt at ease in her presence; for
she was simple, good natured, and never left any question as to
her motives. Continue reading “Teen submissive nympho”
From the time of our first orgy together, DORA stayed on my mind even
more than BETTY, cute little BETTY with her fresh young ass, pussy, budding
tits, and mouth. I found myself wanting DORA more than her slim,
long-legged,sexy, 36-year-old daughter SAL, who was so very free and
creative. I couldn’t understand my desire, but I certainly knew how to
satisfy it. Whenever I worked on the north side of town, I would take my
breaks at DORA’s little cottage. I would park across the street, walk to th
e door, feeling my cock rise as I did, ring the bell, and wait for a very
loving, erotic welcome. I discovered that DORA didn’t ever wear much
clothing, unless it was very cold. On cold days, I could count on her erect
nipples even surer. But, no matter what the temperature, DORA was always
“hot” and nearly naked when she opened the door…eagerly greeting me and
the cock she adored. She would bring me into the entryway and immediately
begin undressing me, kissing and licking my mouth and nipples, working her
way down my chest to my navel, which she frenched wildly too. She would rub
her big, soft breasts against my hairy chest or back, fondle her tits,
finger her cunt, rub her pussy-flavored or flavored-pussy tasting fingers on
my lips to tease me, embrace me lightly rubbing her full hips against my
groin, grab my cock through my trousers, ooooo-ing and ah-ing as she
anticipated our pleasure. Then she would bend down to undo my shoes,
looking up at me with admiration, eagerness, lust, and affection. She worked
rapidly to get me out of my shoes and socks, so she could get my pants and
bikini panties off. She loved taking the latter all the way down to my
feet…so I could step out of them and she could look up at my balls, my
erect penis, and what s he (and every other woman I’ve known) called my sexy
ass. When she had me naked, she slowly rose to her feet and began her
ministrations on my body; our sex-play would begin! Continue reading “Old woman lover”
Watching him sleep was such a wonderful thing. In rest there were
no frowns, no worries, just peace. He is beautiful when he sleeps. His
dark hair falls across his forehead and I gently brush it off. The long
lashes on lids closed over those incredible hazel eyes. He takes my
breath away sometimes without ever knowing that he’s doing it and never
understanding why. He was good that night. He was everything that my
heart desired. Loving, tender, passionate, attentive. Yet, there was a
part of me that he didn’t reach and that part of me yearned to be
caressed. I thought of you as J and I made love. I wondered what it
would feel like to have your body pressed against mine as his had been.
I wondered what it would be like to have your lips touch that place that
yearned. I wanted you. More than that, I desired you. I wanted to feel
the curve of your breasts and taste the sweetness of your skin. And yes,
I wanted you in my head as well as in my bed. Try as he may, J will
never be able to touch that part of my being just because. Continue reading “My Two Love Affairs”
Over the course of the next couple of weeks, June and I
became intimately acquainted, not simply acquainted intimately. She
was very serious about her job and her work and as much as that
apartment on Greenwich must have been costing her company — I have
to figure about twenty-two hundred a month in 1978 dollars — along
with the equipment and her salary, they got their money’s worth.
The setup was ideal for us, as well. My apartment was
literally a block away and, as I worked at home, we got to spend a
good deal of time together. We spent a lot of it fucking and
sucking and we spent a lot of it talking or simply being together.
A true friendship developed along with the sheer physical passion.
There was a lot of passion. Continue reading “Singapore Sex Adventures”
I’m wondering how in hell I am going to make it to the party.
That lousy car of mine screwed me again. Middle of Nowhere! Oh
well. Might as well get out the old thumb. I can see a car
coming from the distance.
VVVVRRRRROOOOOOMMMMM! “HEYYYYY! Not so Close!” Damn sports car
drivers think they own the …! (Screeech) What the hell?
Stopping? Backing up? Why would anybody stop for me anyway?
Hmmmmm. Nice. I always liked red sports cars and sporty women.
Be cool. This chick must’ve seen something she likes. (“Keep
your mouth shut, and let her lead,” I’m thinking to myself.) I
point helplessly at my heap of worthless junk, steaming its life
away. Continue reading “Pickups”
The tires of her Escort squealed slightly as she took the corner in her usual,
hurried manner. Squinting against the glare of the late afternoon sun, she
strained to see – would he be here? A part of her noted coolly that life
would certainly be simpler if he wasn’t. The she could just go home and
forget all about what her intentions had been while having a normal, quiet
evening. No one need ever know.
God, she hoped he was here.
At least then she wouldn’t feel like a fool for having skipped her interview. Continue reading “Escort slut”
What prompts someone to become sexually excited at the
thought of his wife making love with another man, I’ll never
know. It may be the “variety – spice of life” concept. Maybe it’s
just that I am terribly proud of my wife and like others to be
jealous or respectful of what I have. I used to think that I was
alone in this dementia, until I started reading stories by other
men than indicated that they had the same interests. As time went
on, nothing would turn me on more than the thought of my lovely
wife interacting with other men and showing interest in them. Continue reading “Take My Wife”
He settled himself back onto both elbows and loosened his
belt. I got up onto my knees, hands resting on my thighs, licking
my lips nervously, though I’m sure that the moonlight made me seem
a cat, licking my lips with great relish at the thought of the
feast of cream to come.
With a wolfish grin, he unbuttoned his fly and raised his
hips into the air to ease his jeans down to his knees. I moved to
help him free his legs, taking care not to spill the contents of
his pockets into the grass. I bundled his jeans to one side, and
moved between his legs.
Taking care to warm my hand, I brushed my fingertips over his
belly hair, down onto his thigh and up onto his cock. With the
other hand, I stroked the hair of his scrotum, and then cupped his
balls gently, enjoying the play of them within their meaty sack.
His cock thickened, appreciative of my attentions to its lower
companions. I wrapped my finger and thumb around the thick root at
its base and then licked upward, from my thumb to the head of his
cock. Continue reading “Fingertips Over His Body”
1. If you throw a cat out a car window does it become kitty liter?
2. If corn oil comes from corn, where does baby oil come from?
3. How did a fool and his money get together?
4. How do they get a deer to cross at that yellow road sign?
5. If it’s tourist season, why can’t we shoot them?
6. What’s another word for thesaurus?
7. Why do they sterilize the needles for lethal injections?
8. What do they use to ship styrofoam?
9. Why is abbreviation such a long word?
10.Why is there an expiration date on my sour cream container?
11.Why did kamikaze pilots wear helmets?
12.Is it true that cannibals don’t eat clowns because they taste funny?
13.When you choke a smurf, what color does it turn?
14.Does fuzzy logic tickle?
15.Why do they call it a TV set when you only get one?
16.What was the best thing before sliced bread?
17.Experience is what you get when you didn’t get what you wanted.”
18.If a book about failures doesn’t sell, is it a success?
19.Do cemetery workers prefer the graveyard shift?
20.What do you do when you see an endangered animal that eats only endangered plants?
The Phone Call
Janette had a trying day at work. She came home feeling frustrated
and out of sorts but didn’t know what to do about it. She didn’t
feel like cooking dinner for Allan, so she just sat on the sofa with a
drink and listlessly thumbed through a magazine. Allan was due home in
a half hour and she would deal with dinner then.
She was about through with the scotch and soda when the phone rang.
“Damn”, she thought, “another stupid solicitor.” She answered the
phone in a gruff manner and was surprised to hear a mysterious,
“Take careful note of what I say, and follow my orders perfectly.
When I hang up, go to the bedroom and remove all of your clothing.
Go to your lingerie drawer, select your most feminine undergarment and
put it on. Select a pair of white ankle socks with a lacy ruffle and a
pair of red high heel shoes and put those on. Go to the Special Drawer
and get a blindfold, a large dildo, leather wrist cuffs, a 12″ chain
and two locks. Insert the dildo and make sure it is firmly held in
place by the undergarment. Go out to the sofa in the living room, sit
down and put on the blindfold. Lock yourself in the wrist cuffs with
the 12″ chain behind you. Wait for further orders.” The mysterious
caller then hung up.
By the time the phone call was over, Janettes’s heart was beating
harder and she felt dizzy and flushed. Continue reading “Phone Call Slave”
Five some (part 2)
A thunderstorm had caught me off guard while I was out in the open pushing my two children in a baby stroller, so I was glad to duck out of the heavy storm into the first doorway I could find. It was an old established art museum, but the sounds inside were surprisingly modern.
“Would you look at that fucking pencil dick,” a young gravelly voice laughed out loud. I could tell from his street tones that he and his friends were all black and very male. “Shit, if I looked that small and sad, I wouldn’t let no painter put it in no picture.”
It was an exhibit of Nicolas Poussin’s Renaissance oil painting of “Midas and Bacchus,” painted on canvas in 1625, and on loan from the Pinakothek collection in Munich. And the lads were right. The guy in the painting did have a pencil dick.
“Nicolas Pissin–” one of the others said. “Yeah, that’s about all that dick’s good for is pissing.”
Continue reading “FiveSome part 2”