I am going to reveal one of the most exciting experiences of my life, which I never disclosed to any one before. Even though I am 38+ now, I’m considered to be attractive and have always taken good care of myself. I’m proud to say most men find my pretty face attractive, but my full breasts (36c), flat stomach, and my firm bottom get the most attention, although I have to admit I’ve never really dressed to show them off.
I’m not really old fashioned and I normally used
I struggled not to run home from school. It would arrive and day now and just the thought caused my heartbeat to quicken. Typically I got the mail before my mother, so I was not too concerned that she might discover it. If she did, I had a good excuse prepared, a reaction which I had practiced many times, for why an 18-year old boy would receive such a thing.
As I approached our large gated home I saw that her car was not in the driveway. I saw, too, that the mailbox was full. And peeking out
To set the scene: I have been loaned to a dominant woman for the night, while her sub is serving my master. She is the owner of the Corset shop, where I was measured for my corset, and her sub is the girl Elise who assisted me. After licking each other to countless orgasms, and being fucked with her strap-on in my cunt and ass, I have fallen into a deep sleep. I awake at about 4 PM.
“Wake up sleepy-head” Elise says, “its time to get ready for the party tonight! Your master
Richard loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top of his pinpoint Oxford shirt as the commuter train slowly approached the station. Streaks of yellow and orange foliage flitted by his window. He had no interest. He tugged on his necktie once more. The air in this railcar was always so stale, and he was subjected to it every night. Well, not every night. He occasionally got a Sunday off. Damn tie was so tight. His necktie was a noose, a noose hanging from the gallows that was his city-based
It was a warm Saturday night, and as usual I had a house full of teenagers. I didn’t mind, I loved their company, I don’t think I ever grew up as most of the time I felt more relaxed hanging with them than I did my “grown up” friends. My teenage son was there, and his older sister, and her fiancé John, and a couple of their mates.
We had all been for a drink, then come back to my house, where we smoked a bit grass, and everyone lay about on sofas or carpet chatting and
Susan was sitting on the couch with her boyfriend Alex, drinking a couple of glasses of wine with Alex’s friend Thomas. The radio playing in the background was only heard once in a while when a really good song caught the attention of the three in the living room. Otherwise, they were busy talking, telling funny stories, and jokes. Just having a good time, and enjoying each other’s company.
Susan and Alex had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, and she had been at his
There I sat, on the airplane, flying home. For the first time in six years I was back. God! I’d missed this place. The flight from London was long and boring and I was too excited to sleep. Of course, I was still on London time, eight hours difference was going to be tough to get used to. I couldn’t wait to see Jessica. We met in high school, she a lowly sophomore, and me the big senior on campus.
But we were both misfits and we clicked. Despite the age difference and all the other
Sandals flopped against her feet as she charged down the sidewalk. A few heads turned, noticing her slightly disheveled clothing and the flush spread across her cheeks. A tight t-shirt was shifted to the side, thrown on in a hurry. Her white jean shorts were left unbuttoned, barely clinging to sweaty hips as she walked.
She charged her way down the sidewalk, breathing heavily with one thing on her mind. A hand reached into her pocket, finding a cell phone and unlocking it to start a text
I met this lovely woman in a bar; she was tall, blonde and well developed. She came over and chatted me up, now I am not tall and well developed so I wasn’t sure why she did but I liked it.
“Hi I am Dominique, you can call me Dom,” she cooed, “and you are?”
“Jamie.”
“Ah Jamie, nice to meet you darling very feminine name isn’t it?”
“Well it goes for both genders but yeah I guess so.” This bugged me a bit as I never had a
I sat in the stuffy, dusty attic staring at the picture of a young girl. She was a somewhat attractive girl, although, it was plain to see that she took no pains to enhance her appearance. There was a bare minimum of makeup visible. Her blonde hair was carefully brushed, but no attempt had been made to fashion it into any sort of style that would further highlight her best features. The only adornment that could be seen was a fine silver chain that looped around her delicate neck.
The one thing
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