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LETTER FROM BURLINGTON
Dear Shoeblossom,

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How did I become a bald slave-pig to my husband and his waitress girlfriend?

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I'm an intelligent? Institutional Equity Sales Representative having worked at subsidiaries of AT&T, Disney, Rainbow Media Corporation and Liberty Media Corporation. I speak five languages and am a marathon runner.

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?I work out every day and am considered beautiful by most men...what's wrong with me?

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I have (or had) full bodied, shoulder length curly copper hair, and hazel eyes with long lashes, and nice 36 C breasts and long legs...

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I broke a lot of hearts before I met Leo, who is a fairly noncompetitive artist--he teaches?film scoring and music synthesis?at Champlain.

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It all started out a year ago when I told my husband that I had fantasies of being a submissive. "Are you sure, Tess?" Leo said hesitantly.

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But I could tell that he was aroused by the idea of spanking my shapely ass, and that night he took a wooden ruler with one hand and pulled down my panties with the other, flipping up my tweed business skirt.

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"Honey, you can hit harder than that, don't be? a wimp" I said, but soon regretted it as he began whacking excitedly, the thick ruler bouncing off my full pink buttocks.

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I bit my lip and eventually burst into tears, realizing that my fantasies were not nearly as painful as the reality apparently was.

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Leo took me in his arms after the spanking was over, and I sobbed into his shoulder, but soon pushed myself off his lap and unzipped his pants, sucking his dick until he came hard.

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"Wow, Tess...usually you don't like oral sex." This was true. I generally didn't, and NEVER swallowed, ?but as a slavegirl things were different. Leo watched in astonishment as I kissed his feet.

After I'd given Leo his world-class blowjob, he was so happy, and went on about my spanking..."I just couldn't believe how hot that was, Tess."

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But he didn't know how (foolishly) indefagitable I was. I went outside and cut a couple of switches from our spruce tree,and hosed them off so they would be nice and wet.

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I came in to where Leo was reading his Atlantic Monthly, and handed him a martini. At this point I was naked, except for a pair of panties.

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Leo's eyes bugged out as he looked at me, but he just sipped his drink.

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"Thanks, hon. It's great." I looked down at my feet (I was wearing heels, too).

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"If the martini isn't to your liking, Master, I understand if you wish to thrash me."

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"No-no, it's fine, Tessie." Leo said, but I noticed the bulge in his jammies.

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"Because if punishment is what I deserve, I have cut and wet five spruce switches."

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You should have seen him bounce out of the chair!

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"You-you're right, Tess. You're going to have to be punished."

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I said, "Master, perhaps you should secure me over the bed instead of your knee so I don't bounce around from the pain--that I deserve." I didn't want him to take pity on me!

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Leo used clothesline to bind my hands and feet, lying me on our bed. He pulled my panties down to my knees, and came back in with the wet spruce switches.

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"Wench, you have made me an inferior drink." Leo said firmly. (Have I mentioned he was a Dungeons and Dragons type in highschool?)

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"You will have to be punished severely."

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I bit into the pillow to keep from crying out as Leo broke four of the five switches on my plump bottom over the next ten minutes.

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He? hit my buttocks, my upper thighs, my calves and my back. I could tell he was very, very excited.

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"When will you learn to make a decent martini?" Leo screamed. Before tonight, he'd made ME the Martinis...but he knew the score now.

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Suddenly, I noticed he'd stopped, and was looking at my breasts, which were pushed into the blankets, as of course I was on my stomach.

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"I think I should punish your boobs as well...but is that all right?" Leo didn't want to go too far. I panicked silently, my breasts were very, VERY sensitive...but I was in this whole hog so...

"Whatever you think is best, Master Leo."

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Leo turned me over so my bound hands were under me. Giggling, he (he is kind of a geek, Shoeblossom) shoved pillows under my manacled hands so that my boobs were now jutting up a little.

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Leo paused and played with my beautiful, strawberry colored nipples. I had made him wait nearly four months dating before I'd let him touch them, taunting him in tight crop tops with low cleavages...

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Or tight black T shirts that made the boobies look like the gold at the end of the rainbow.

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But worship was over now.

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Leo grinned and tweaked one nipple harshly. "You're going to have a nice time now, aren't you, you lazy whore-bitch...."

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God, he was learning fast! Leo noticed that my vagina was wet.

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"I'll teach you to slop the gin in this martini..."

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Leo lifted the switch over my tender breasts. THWACK! The first cut hit me just under the right nipple. I bit my lip.

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Leo swung again. SLASH! Bingo! The switch landed across both nipples at the same time and I screamed in acute pain.

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Leo dropped the switch. "Honey, are you okay?" He grabbed my arm.

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"Master Leo, please finish my punishment." It took SO much to say that...

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To think if I'd gone the other way, he would have spent the rest of the night rubbing Vicks Vapo-Rub in my nipples, and probably would have bought me a necklace the next day as apology...

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Leo faltered, and I decided to feed the flame.

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"I hope you're man enough to be my Master, Sir...will I need someone else?"

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Leo gritted his teeth and, within five minutes, broke the final switch across my breasts in twenty harsh strokes.

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As I cried bitterly, bound with my aching breasts shaking, Leo was still stomping around. "I should lock you in the garage for saying that, Tessie."

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"Let me make it up to you." I said, gritting my teeth against the pain in my boobs and buttocks. "Let me serve you tonight--all night--with my tongue."

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And indeed I did. I was exhausted by the time Leo fell asleep at three a.m...but still I knelt on the ground and diddled myself with a broken pencil until I had a big orgasm.

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The first night, I was too submissive to use my own nice vibrator!

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The next day, Leo seemed somewhat apologetic, I guess he wasn't used to whipping his beautiful wife's ass and breasts like that.

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He was kind of a geek who I'd felt sorry for at college, and then fallen for...he still worshipped me.

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But the next day, I brought Leo breakfast in bed, and then told him apologetically that I hadn' t had time to scrub the bathroom to his liking.

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?Of course we have a maid, and I usually don't touch a sponge, but Leo quickly comprehended.

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After he finished letting me spoon feed him, Leo jumped out of bed, grabbed me by the right nipple and dragged me to the bathroom.

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As I hurried to wash the windows, laundered the shower curtain and scrubbed mirrors, Leo was right there, swinging his evil hanger again and again.

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Finally he got so horny from whipping me that he pulled me out of the bathroom by my hair and made me suck him off, slamming his dick in and out of my mouth in a skull-fuck motion.

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"This bathroom is a shit-hole, and you're going to clean it! And I'm going to show you how!"

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And Leo could, since he had helped his mother clean medical offices to support their family. He'd recounted more than one hilarious story? about stealing Codeine and Dilaudid for high school drug fests!

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I on the other hand had never worked a day in my life other than internships until I'd gotten my MBA. My parents had servants and as a feminist's daughter,I don't think I'd ever touched a vacuum.

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"Okay, we'll start with the sink, get all the stuff off of it, pour in the Comet and scrub in circles, including the faucets and the toothbrush holders, you lazy bitch, scrub the pedestal of the sink, too..."

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When I didn't clean one of the floor tiles to his liking, Leo went into the bedroom and brought out a? wire clothes hanger, which he heated on the stove.

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WHACK! SLAP SMASH! My poor but and back were singed as his gloved hand brought the red hot hanger down on my naked body.

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Scrubbing the inside of the toilet was especially difficult. Leo came to check my work with a little mirror, and when it didn't look good, he took me by the scruff of the neck and shoved my head into the bowl, and flushed repeatedly, until I thought I would drown.

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"This is great" Leo laughed as I coughed and sputtered Comet spattered water, "It's like waterboarding for spoiled 'Sex In the City' bitches. Get back to scrubbing!"

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But I just couldn't get the toilet scrubbed clean enough. There was an indelible stain that apparently wasn't going to come out, even when Leo pushed my head in the toilet again,demanding that I lick it clean.

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Enraged, he straightened the hanger and gave me another whipping. I just couldn't convince him that I was doing the best I could!

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"Oh-please-Master-"I cried as the hanger slashed me again and again across the shoulders, my head still in the commode, "I-I can't stand this anymore...please don't..."

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Finally he lost interest in the toilet, but not before I almost lost my mind!

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By the end of the morning, my entire body was covered with welts, and I'd done everything you can do to a bathroom, including re-sealing grout lines on the bathtub and cleaning out the vacuum ventilator.

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Leo was?overcome with joy at these developments. "I think perhaps I'll fire our housekeeper...use the money?to get myself a new satellite dish!"

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I looked up, trying to see the love and affection in my husband's eyes, but all I seemed to see was a?kind of contemptous glee. And of course after that there was a snowball of distressing activity.

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The entire house was quite clean, and I was scrubbing the garage floor on my knees on Monday morning before putting my clothes on and going off to work!

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Probably I could have re-gained control when I got home that night, but I was in full thrall to being a submissive woman. Leo wasn't home yet, and so I made him a martini and put it on the floor, stripping naked and kneeling in front of it.

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When Leo got in, I lifted the drink up to him, and he took it from my hand as if this was the way he'd been met every night all his life.

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I noticed that Leo had a package with him. "I picked this up downtown." Leo said, pulling a metal bar out of the bag.

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"This is a spreader bar, and see these cute cuffs?" I did. There were two cuffs in the middle of the thick bar, and one on each end.

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Ordering me to rise, Leo locked the cuffs around my ankles, and then put my wrists through the leather cuffs in the middle of the bar, so I was forced to bend over while standing with my legs apart.

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"I'm going out for a while with my buddies, but I wanted to keep you amused." Leo said, and he left me like that for three hours...it was a miracle I didn't collapse standing there, the blood running to my head, which of course was bent over to the floor.


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Six weeks later, Victor Rat Sized Snap Traps hanging off my nipples, I was kneeling naked,sucking away. By that time it had become a thrice daily event...

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And just as he was about to cum, Leo yanked his dick out of my mouth and shot all over my face, slapping me casually as he said, "Too slow, bitch. I want to cum within two minutes next time--starting now!"

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Leo snapped a stopwatch, grabbed my scalp and shoved his limp dick back in my mouth!

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And then I had to frantically bring his spent cock back to excitement and have him spurt again...it took three and a half minutes of me licking and biting the damn thing.

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Leo was so enraged by the minute and a half "?late " orgasm that he knocked the rat traps off my nipples and locked me in a cedar chest while he went out partying.

How the hell did this happen? I think I created a monster!

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?But of course that was what I was after, right? I mean, I had shuddering orgasms after every one of the painful sessions Leo put me through, and that was what was important!

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But then one night, Leo brought Sienna home, and it changed everything. I knew that he'd begun cheating on me, and this was depressing, but to bring a girl HOME...

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I just got in from a business trip when I saw her--fat, dyed roots, ugh. I mean, she might appeal to some guys, but certainly Sienna was no babe.

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And my God, I recognized her as being our server at Applebee's!

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"Welcome home, Tess." Leo said, as he sat next to this polyester coated monster. "This is Sienna...she's going to be staying with us for a while."

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"Staying with us, Leo?" I raised my eyebrow at him. "There isn't really a lot of room right now."

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This was true, as Leo had converted our spare bedroom into a dungeon, and the basement into a torture chamber. (Things had really changed around our house, Shoeblossom.)

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"Enough of that, Tess. Take your clothes off and kneel before Miss Sienna." The obese cow giggled at this.

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"Wait a minute...not in front of other people!" I insisted. I do have a position to uphold?in the community.

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Sienna looked at Leo. "Leo, honey, maybe Ah better go, y'know?" Yeah, and jog home, you could use it, I thought sarcastically.

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Leo stood up after touching Sienna's cheek affectionately. "Tess, you have thirty seconds to strip and kneel, or there's going to be real trouble."

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But I stood my ground. "Goddamnit, Leo, this is not..." But he was upon me.

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Grabbing me by the arm, Leo looked into my eyes.

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"If you want to be a wife, we'll stop this now, but if you want to be my submissive, you've got to go all the way. Are you going to undress, or is your playtime over for good?"

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Suddenly, a chill came over my heart. I realized I could stop this right now, and go back to the way things were--Leo wouldn't dare dominate me against my will, it'd be the end of his teaching career, as his department head was a feminist bitch--but what did I want really?

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I looked at the now smirking Sienna, and I breathed hard. I put my laptop tote bag and my briefcase down.

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I stepped out of my pumps and unzipped my pinstripe skirt suit, folding it neatly before taking off my bra and panties.

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As my heavy breasts fell out of the bra cups, Sienna?whistled. "Hoo-ee...she got some?big ones,?not like my?skeeter bites."

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Sienna then mused, "Funny 'cause I'm big-boned, but not in the chest arey-er."

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I sighed heavily, looking at Sienna, who was resplendent in a skull emblazoned "Death Or Glory" T-shirt, size about eighteen, and a tent-like denim miniskirt squeezing sausage-like whale legs.

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I got down on my knees and bowed my head. "I worship you, Mistress Sienna." I said hesitantly.

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"Kiss her feet" Leo said, chuckling to himself. I looked up at him pleadingly, but to no avail.

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Sienna began to enjoy this, she pushed one of her stained Reeboks towards me, and I began kissing it and licking it, as Leo had trained me. Oh, it was quite disgusting.

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"Yeah, clean those shoes off a bit, Tess." Leo ordered. "Your Mistress Sienna has been out in the mud, and tracking dirt at her restaurant waiting on fat sluts like you."

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I'm fat? Jesus, I'm five seven, one hundred twenty-four pounds,?do thrice?a week Pilates, and the gargantuan creature before me looks as if she was born eating.

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?But I kept kissing and licking the shoes, and trying to swallow the pieces of mud and grime. It was a truly disgusting experience.

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"All right, get up, there slave-pig, c'mon." Leo said, as I struggled, pushing myself up.

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Sienna thought this was hilarious. "Leo, y'called her a slave-pig!" As Sienna giggled, her entire body shook,and I feared for the future of our couch.

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"Now then, Tess, I want you to stand with your hands behind your back, and your breasts pushed out...that's a good girl." Leo instructed.

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He went to the mantle and took a long whippy bamboo cane off it, waving it around. I looked nervously.

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I'd purchased that cane for Leo for his birthday, right after he'd begun dominating me, but I wasn't so sure I wanted that sort of thing right now.

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"Now Sienna, honey." Leo said in a sweet and considerate voice. "I know you're a little intimidated by Tess here, she's educated and good looking.

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But I want you to understand that she' s a WORTHLESS SUBMISSIVE...and that you can do what you like with her."

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Leo motioned for Sienna to get up, and she pushed her huge load up off my nice couch, and Leo handed her the cane. "Now you think Tess has nice tits?"

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Sienna nodded, her mouth a vacant O. She was holding the cane rather clumsily, as if it were a white-hot pool cue.

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"Well, I want you to give Tess a couple of whacks right on her titties. I do this to keep her from getting too much of a swelled head...you can too!" Leo smiled at Sienna, who looked absolutely astounded.

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I tried to give Sienna a severe look to scare her off, but who are we kidding? I was standing there, my breasts jutted out, and my hands behind my back, stark naked.

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"Push them out ju-uuust a little more, Tessie" Leo said, and obediently, I arched my back to its best capacities.

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"Now show Tessie what you think of her stupid udders!" Leo said to Sienna.

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"Ah-Ah don't thuink she'd lak that--" Sienna ventured, the cane shaking in her hands.

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She looked kind of like a combination of Petunia Pig and Baby Huey in drag...

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"Tess, ask Sienna to discipline your nipples. Right now!" Leo said in a firm voice.

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Oh, God. But I closed my eyes and said, "Mistress Sienna, would you dis-discipline my nipples, please? I need it."

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I heard Sienna gasp, and then I felt the cane hit my left breast, half-heartedly. She's scared of me!

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I made a mistake, and smiled, I think, though my eyes were closed. This was really my worst move, Shoeblossom.

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"You see that, Sienna?" Leo asked, his voice tense. "She's laughing at you. Tessie is laughing at you because you are afraid to give her punishment.

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?Remember when you told me how you hate the rich bitches who don't tip you...this is your chance to get even."

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I heard a smacking noise, which I assume was Leo giving Sienna a kiss.

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How could he touch such a grotesque creature, when he has me around?

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"I know you can do better, because I saw you bat on the Applebee's team against the Myrna's Print Shop softball team?over on Highway 66. Make me proud, and aim hard."

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I still had not opened my eyes...but then...WHACK! Yup, right across the nipples. Yowza.

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I gritted my teeth against the intense pain in my tender titties, and it didn't help much when I heard Sienna giggling. (Of course I kept my eyes closed...)

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Insanely, I tried to show no reaction, as if this cow could do me no wrong. I was jealous of my husband's fat mistress,but it was a stupid way to behave.

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"That was fabulous, Sienna" Leo coached. "But you have to make Tessie cry, to make her understand that you're my main girl now, Sienna...Punish her breasts."

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And then she gave me ten, perfect aim, my nipples went through incredible scorching. By the eighth, I was sobbing and by the tenth, I was on the floor, weeping hysterically.

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That night, I performed oral sex on "Mistress Sienna" for nearly an hour while Leo kissed her piggish lips tenderly, and stroked her hair. I was crying with rage and humiliation while I did this, but I knew that it had to be this way.

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The next month was really bad. Sienna was around all the time, and Leo encouraged her to check my housework, as I did it all now, and to punish me if I talked back.

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One day I came home quite early, there had been an office party, and one of Leo's new orders was I was not allowed to drink alcohol, so I just went home. Leo was at work, and Sienna was eating pork rinds and watching "The View".

I looked idly at the TV as I put my briefcase down . Barbara Walters was interviewing Charo.

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"Now she got bigger 'uns than you do, slavegirl Tess...that Hispanic woman Charo does." Sienna said this as she popped a pork rind in her mouth.

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"You know, Sienna, you don't have to call me that when Leo isn't around. I mean, I'm not your slave...it's just a game I play with my husband."

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I was being the dignified bitch, as I needed this cow to see that I was in charge here.

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?It was a little difficult, as the night before, Sienna had whipped my bare butt with a pancake spatula until I sobbed bitterly, before having to shove my mouth on her oversized cunt!

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You wouldn't fucking believe what it's been like, having her one hundred eighty pounds with that gaping slit sitting on my face, day after day, Shoeblossom!

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But I had to make this woman understand who was in charge, REALLY.

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I gave her a sharp look, but her fear was gone. Pulling me around on a leash and using my bare butt for a dart board, having me lick her toes...

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And the other night with the fire ants (subject for another letter) had eliminated Sienna's respect for me.

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Shaking her chubby pumpkin of a head, Sienna said, "Oh, no, you ain't s'pose t' sass me like that, slave-girl Tess. Mouthin' off ain't healthy fo' you."

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I tossed my copper mane and gave her an acid look. "I am trying to be nice to you here, but you'll be waitressing again if you don't--"

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But Sienna had risen, slowly, and come over to me, waving her pudgy hand. She slapped me across the face with it.

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"Don't you talk back to me, slave girl. You gonna pay fo' this."

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Now, Shoeblossom, I used to teach tae-kwon do, and I could have flattened this hog, but...what came over me?

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Sienna slapped me again, harder. "Git yo' clothes off NOW, Missy."

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I turned with an epithet on my lips, but Sienna's eyes narrowed. Slowly, as if in a dream, I began undressing.

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After I stepped out of my panties, I knelt before Sienna, wondering what punishment she had in store for me.

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Shoeblossom, she cut my hair! She told me, in pitifully few words, that she thought my ego was an extension of pride about how hot I was...about my curly hair!

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"Ah watch you brushin' it ever' night, an' it's the one thing that still gets Leo all hot...you got some pride, and you gone be taken down a spell!"

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I babbled at her, explaining that it wasn't my fault I had adorably curly hair, that hair is? made of protein that contains sulfer atoms, and when two sulfides on a protein atom bond, that person gets curly hair...it was just a gift. I hadn't asked for!

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But Sienna waddled out to the garage and came back with (horrrors) gardening shears. "Ah don't keer if you has? a perm, or why you got thet hur. It's gone now."

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Beautiful, full curls fell all over the floor, and then Sienna shaved my head with Leo's razor (it scabbed a lot) while I knelt naked on the living room floor, sobbing bitterly.

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And then she held a bullwhip over me, and made me eat my hair, which caused me to become violently ill later on.

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But when Leo came in, he was thrilled! I guess he couldn't get over the fact that I was on a leash, cue-ball bald, and naked, kissing his repulsive girlfriend's feet.

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I wore an ugly wig to work the next day, but that night, I was back home, servicing all of Sienna's skanky trailer park friends, motorcycle types, etc...with my bald head shining!

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Now I must shave and shine my head every day for my Master and Mistress. It's been seven months since I was allowed to have hair.

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Also, I am kept blindfolded when not working or doing housework, and Leo and Sienna and their redneck friends poke me about, making me sniff, looking for them...they call me the hairless blind worm now...

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What the hell did I do to deserve this? Should I get therapy? My orgasms have never been hotter, but it is a pathetic quality of life thing...help me, Shoeblossom!

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Tess (last name withheld)

Burlington Vermont.

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Dear Tess...you made your bed, you must lie in it. Try to be serene. My AA sponsor tells me that "Serenity is the ability to live comfortably with unresolved problems." If you don't like having your head bald...glaze it! That could give it a little panache.

Best,

Shoeblossom

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A story of revenge and punishment.Dear Super Stud,You seduced my Caroline too and you did write me a letter explaining what you did together. So thoughtful of you. It is not the first letter you wrote to men you considered as wimps, is it? I hope you will enjoy your time with Caroline today. I saw to it she is well prepared. I put what I thought she should wear on her bed, the thin white semi transparent silk blouse, a short black skirt and a pair of high heels. I am sorry to say; just before...

2 years ago
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Letter from Boston

LETTER FROM BOSTONDear Shoeblossom:I have read with interest your letters from chastity belt couples. I really thought I was an enthusiast, but now I think it may have gone too far. My love affair with chastity and denial began, I think, in adolescence. In the summer after my junior year at Andover, I wrecked Dad’s  BMW  while drunk on the Montauk Highway, near our vacation place, and broke both arms and both legs, and I began getting visits in my hospital room from Noelle, a Candy Striper...

1 year ago
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Letter from Ravenswood Bluff

LETTER FROM RAVENSWOOD BLUFFDear Shoeblossom:Brinker stands, a foot precariously on each chair with his hands behind his head, like an arrestee. I shake my auburn hair and wave my double D’s at him, well displayed in the bikini top, blue with sailboats.?All I’m saying, Jessamyn, is that it wouldn’t hurt to ask Shoeblossom. He’s great about answering letters in my magazine, and he’s a professional. He would know how long I’m supposed to be kept in chastity. I’m a healthy guy. I need more—sex,...

3 years ago
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Letter from America

The letter from America1968Martin White and his wife Sarah were lying in bed .It wasn’t late in fact it was hardly dark but they had decided on an early night.Martin had decided to give “Don Quixote” another chance but his heart just wasn’t in it.Martin let the book tumble from his hand as it made a satisfying “clump” on the bedroom carpet ……“Fuck it” said Martin “I’ve seen the movie , why do I bother” ?Martin was typically English if there is...

3 years ago
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Letter of recommendation1

“Um, when do you need this by?” Kevin asked “Well I leave tomorrow, I am really sorry, I sort of forgot...” said Laura. She continued in an apologetic vein for some time. Kevin wasn’t listening; the afternoon sun was right behind her, the golden light making the highlights of her blond hair shimmer. Kevin noticed the sundress was somewhat translucent, the mind filling in details of her stunning body, tricked by light and shadow. “Alright, stop by the house tonight and you can pick it...

2 years ago
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Letter of Recomendation

“You sure you don’t mind writing the letter?” “Not at all. I’m glad to help out Wendy.” I replied to Laura. We work at the same company in different departments. Our paths cross in the hallways, break room and the other usual places. We got to the same happy hours and other events. She’s really terrific looking for a woman ten years older than me. I’ve tried to initiate a little off-work fun, but it’s been a no-go. She won’t date anyone from the same company, even though we sometimes go to the...

4 years ago
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Letter to a Cuckold

Dear Wimp, So you are Mary's husband, the loser, the wimp, the shrimpdick that I've heard about. Well, I've got good news and bad news for you, wimp. The good news is that until last week, Mary had been faithful to you. Faithful for five years of marriage. That's almost a miracle. That such a drop dead, knock-down gorgeous babe like Mary could have remained faithful to a wimp like you for five minutes is hard to believe. It just shows how religious she really is. And to think that a girl...

4 years ago
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Letter From Mistress Cherie

It's really hard when you spend your life doing things you enjoy with your partner and then, all of a sudden, they are gone. You see, I had lost my wife of many years to a drunk driver. I have gotten over my loss as best as anyone could but I so missed the opportunity to indulge in those enjoyable times we shared. No, I don't mean golfing or going out dancing. My wife and I enjoyed a very kinky life involving leather and BDSM and especially my being a crossdressed sissy in her service....

4 years ago
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Letter From the GraveChapter 3 the aftermath

I went up to my bedroom and sat on the bed. I was dumb founded. Feeling as if someone has kicked me in my stomach, or worse — in my balls. Tears started running down on my cheeks. I felt dizziness enveloping me, as if my soul had left my body and is looking from above. "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" I roared like wounded lion. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" with all the force my lungs could give. I kept roaring until my throat could not pass a sound. I kept roaring until I collapsed. I slid...

2 years ago
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Letter Between Mom and Son

Dear Mason,I haven't called you in a while and I was thinking it'd be sweet to send you a card in the mail. College is going, alright, it's midterms this week so I've been studying real hard.I'm gonna try to come home soon because i miss the family. I actually miss you a lot mom, I think about you a lot. I thought this would be easier to say in a letter than to tell you in person, or on the phone. I know this is really weird but...Mom, I think you're a beuatiful person. I love your round smooth...

1 year ago
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Letter from the Front

( Copyright, Emanon_Pen, 2003. All Rights Reserved. The stories on this website are works of fiction. Any characters resemblance to persons living or dead is purely and entirely coincidental. Any actions taken by the characters or the portrait of such actions never occurred and if they mimic any form of reality, it is purely and entirely coincidental. These stories contain explicit descriptions of sexual activity and may be perceived by some as being pornographic. If you feel that literary...

2 years ago
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Letter from Coldstream Canyon

LETTER FROM COLDSTREAM CANYONDear Shoeblossom:My cousin Glen is married to a dominant bitch called  Jocelyn. When Glen and his brother Gavin, both free-wheeling, bimbo-chasing poker-playing drunkards met Jocelyn in a club, they had no idea that the icy blonde would tempt the two of them, and Glen’s boss Monroe, into becoming her slave harem!Now Glen hasn’t been out for a poker night in seven  years. When he and  Gavin are at home, they are forced to wear French maid’s costumes, with dildoes or...

2 years ago
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Letter from Charleston

LETTER FROM CHARLESTONDear Shoeblossom: I still get wet when I remember that first thrashing in my grandfather’s barn. My little denim miniskirt turned up, panties down, struggling over Gramp’s knee as the huge strap had come down again and again against my jiggling full butt cheeks. When the strap connected with my buttocks, bouncing a bit off my little tuft of pubic hair, Gramps screamed at me about my abuse of the free will God had granted me! And as I’d screamed, he’d brought the strap down...

3 years ago
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Letter from Shipley Terrace

LETTER FROM SHIPLEY TERRACEDear Shoeblossom:The scene I set before you is an odd one, to be sure?but it is quite accurate. I am a Headmaster at a school for delinquent boys. Just before typing this letter, a young man was sent to me with a note from his Form-Master. I read it with disappointment. ?Yates, your Form-Master says you were impudent, and you were unable to construe your Latin this morning. Did you not do your preparation?? Yates, I am afraid, is a naughty boy. He was sweating bullets...

2 years ago
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Letter from Oswego

LETTER FROM OSWEGODear Shoeblossom:?One nigh I attached Carter’s wrists to the ceiling hook in his basement, and separated his legs and locked them into a spreader bar. I whacked his cock to awaken it with my long cut rose switch?didn’t bother to cut off the thorns!  And then I brought out a thin steel knitting needle.?This little slit at the end of your cock is quite small, isn’t it?? I asked, trying to shove my long fingernail into the eye of his blind worm. I punctured and poor Carter...

3 years ago
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Letter from Prison

Dear family. This is my first letter from prison. They said that they would mail it and I could write anything. I hope you receive this letter. I will be blunt and honest with you. You know why I am here so we'll not talk about that. It's been three years and I've had plenty of time to reflect. You need to know what it's like over here. Not that you can do anything about it. I doubt you'll ever read this letter. They won't mail it bit I will write it anyway.I am locked in a 6 foot by 6 foot...

3 years ago
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Letter From the GraveChapter 2 Noras letter

My darling, dearest and only love, This letter is going to hurt your pride, your ego and your love for me and for others. You know that I believe in re-incarnation, and also that the soul of any man or woman remains around his loved ones until satisfied that everything is fine. If things do not turn out fine — the soul, in the form of a ghost, will cause troubles to those loved ones. I am in that position. After 14 years of marriage I must confess to you about things I did that you knew...

3 years ago
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Letter From Los Angeles Ms Scunthorpes Rebuttal

LETTER FROM LOS ANGELES :MS. SCUNTHORPE'S REBUTTAL Dear Shoeblossom, ? My name is Eliza Scunthorpe, a keyholder in Los Angeles ? I have read Leland T___'s whining letter to you at groups.yahoo.com/group/chastitytales and I think that I should give you my version of my services! ? Leland makes it sound as if I am a money-grubbing lunatic, when actually I provide a valuable therapeutic venue for my sick, sad, clients. ? For instance there's Parrish! Parrish is a favorite client of mine. He is on...

3 years ago
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Letter to the Children of My Wife

Dear Jenny, Dear Martin, I am certain, that you did not expect to get a letter from me ever again, if you even remember me. This is John and you once knew me as your daddy. It has been 6 years now, since we last had any contact. Probably you are asking yourself why you got this letter after all this time. I just felt the need to explain my actions to you. Both of you just finished high school and are ready to head off to college. Martin, I am very sorry that you had to repeat the sophomore...

1 year ago
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Letter from Hartford

LETTER FROM HARTFORDDear Shoeblossom:Miguel awaits me, as he and his assistants prepare the cocaine with baking soda. Mig gives orders mostly, and the fellows chop and mix the drugs, and suddenly, there I am in my snug little Hello Kitty top and cargo pants. I’ve been out shopping with Miguel’s Platinum Visa, and  I grin at him loopily.?Remy, honey how are you?? Mig smiles at me. His partner, JaVaughn is always amazed at how respectful and worshipful Mig seems around me. As one of the biggest...

3 years ago
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Letter from Chicago

LETTER FROM CHICAGODear Shoeblossom:My name’s Noelle. I was just reading ?LETTER FROM BOSTON??That dopey rich boy Franz the Fool wrote you about how I was his Candy Striper, when he was in the hospital in four cast traction?and how I teased his cock and balls, and beat the crap out of him?and made him suck off my gay cousin! God, it brings it all back!Truth be told, I was only on the Candy Striper volunteer bit because I had to do three hundred hours of volunteer work as punishment for selling...

4 years ago
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LETTER FROM ST LOUIS

LETTER FROM ST. LOUIS Dear Shoeblossom... ? I must write you about my tenant, Portia. She seems to have taken over the house... ? I gritted my teeth, kneeling on hands and knees on the kitchen table as Portia's thick razor?strop crashed against my tender bottom. She swung again, and it landed once again, and tears spurted out of my clenched lids. ? ?Can I be a man? Can I take what she's giving out? ? "Remember, Millard" Portia's sweet voice came through, "Be a man, show no reaction." ? Portia...

3 years ago
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Letter from Sherier Place

LETTER FROM SHERIER PLACEDear Shoeblossom:I am a member and Substitute Treasurer of the Keeplock Club, a select group of women who keep their husbands and significant others in chastity belts. Our oldest member is seventy-eight, the youngest, a high school junior. It’s a constant vigilance, and I thought you might find it interesting, as your column discusses much of this.On Wednesday morning I was drinking coffee, and trying to find a three letter word for ?garbage? for the crossword. The...

4 years ago
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Letter From Shana

Letter From ShanaBy James Pendergrass – Copyright James X. Pendergrass 2011 All Rights Reserved.Hello,My name is Shana.  I'm a 32-year-old, happily-married suburban woman.  This is the story of how my marriage came to be the way it is.Let's start with the basics.  I come from an upper middle class family.  I'm white, hold a masters degree, and am a marketing director at a software company. I like to read books, go shopping, and eat at good restaurants.  I exercise regularly and eat a...

2 years ago
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Letter from Naylor Gardens

LETTER FROM NAYLOR GARDENSDear Shoeblossom:I met Mariah when she came to rent a room from me some time last year. Mariah is an engaging auburn haired court reporter, with a lovely figure, though somewhat petite. Although I told her she could call me Emmeline, she insisted on calling me Mrs. Kipps. Mariah’s a quiet girl, and I was somewhat startled when I accidentally opened one of her plain brown wrapped magazines—she subscribed to a rather graphic whips-and-chains periodical entitled ?BITCHES...

2 years ago
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Letter from Ivy Hill

LETTER FROM IVY HILLDear Shoeblossom: I am a female submissive. I never wanted to be, but my father raised me in a truly disciplinary fashion. My mother left us when I was young, and my father told me that he was going to teach me to not be a wandering slut like Ma. I think part of it, of course was that Pa wanted to get his hands on me. I am a curvy redhead, about five seven, and I’ve been that way since about sixth grade. I know that I was adopted when I was young, and my birth folks must’ve...

1 year ago
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Letter From a Stranger

*Anna, I had a dream about you last night. You were laying in bed with me, your ass spooned against my groin. You body is so warm I can feel your heat. I can’t resist touching you , I reach up and cup your breast your nipples respond right away, I cant help but touch them roll them between my thumb and forefinger. I hear you moan deep in your thoat, that moan alone has got me rock hard. I have to touch you more, I glide my hand down your flat stomach enjoying the curve of you, I reach the...

4 years ago
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Letter 1 From the Lost Letter Bin in Everheart North Dakota

ManagerArby's Restaurant2398 N. Myrtle StreetEverheart, ND Dear Arby's:My name is Amanda Featherbottom and I am writing to complain about what is going on at your Arby's restaurant located at 2398 N. Myrtle Street here in Everheart, North DakotaThere are these two boys who come to your restaurant every day between 2:30 and 2:45 in the afternoon after they get off work at the chicken processing plant. One is named Jason Tiberson, and the other is Orville Gast. Jason is the taller one with dark...

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Letter to a Dominant Lover

My Dearest X, Perhaps I should start with the knowns:We love each other dearly.You are a dominant personality and, in terms of love and sexuality, I am submissive.We are adults, both with good professional reputations, and therefor what we share goes far beyond the phony “sir” and “master” nonsense beloved of the chat line want to be dominants.We also realise that our professional lives demand that we ignore many of the other domination clichés. My turning up to the office dressed as a French...

BDSM
2 years ago
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Letter of Recomendation

“You sure you don’t mind writing the letter?” “Not at all. I’m glad to help out Wendy.” I replied to Laura. We work at the same company in different departments. Our paths cross in the hallways, break room and the other usual places. We got to the same happy hours and other events. She’s really terrific looking for a woman ten years older than me. I’ve tried to initiate a little off-work fun, but it’s been a no-go. She won’t date anyone from the same company, even though we sometimes go to...

2 years ago
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Letter to the Professor

Dear Professor, I haven’t had time to finish my assignment, so I’m sending you this letter to explain. Hopefully, you will be understanding of my situation and, perhaps, feel kind enough to grant me an extension? I think I may need another week. You see, I’m struggling to maintain my focus, but I guess you’ve noticed that? Despite enjoying the subject and your authoritative and intelligent lectures, I am prone to daydreaming recently. I apologise. It’s just that when you’re stood there and I’m...

4 years ago
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Letter to the Professor

Dear Professor, I haven’t had time to finish my assignment, so I’m sending you this letter to explain. Hopefully, you will be understanding of my situation and, perhaps, feel kind enough to grant me an extension? I think I may need another week. You see, I’m struggling to maintain my focus, but I guess you’ve noticed that? Despite enjoying the subject and your authoritative and intelligent lectures, I am prone to daydreaming recently. I apologise. It’s just that when you’re stood there and I’m...

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2 years ago
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letter to GF part 1 bbw

this is a letter i wrote to my GF. i have changed the names to protect ourselves :P let me give u a idea of us. she is about 5'8, blonde hair, blue eyes, 200lbs (yes i love me a bbw girl. love some curves and a lil extra), 36ddim 6'4, brown hair shoulder length and 180lbs with a 7.5in dick...enjoyWe were both laid on the couch watching a movie. I had convinced you to wear nothing after we had showered. So you were laying there naked under the blanket on my lap, and I was naked too. The movie...

4 years ago
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Letter To Clinton Crayle

HERE ISA LETTER FROM A YOUNG MAN WHO TRIED TO FOLLOW, IN CLINTON CRAYLE'S FOOTSTEPS! Dear Mr. Crayle, Ever since I became the youngest officer on the Campus Security Force, I've been bound and determined to make a name for myself here. Of course, I consider this job only a temporary stop on my way to becoming a big-name Private Eye like you, but still, I wanted to do something really spectacular as long as I was here. That's why I assigned myself the task of catching a thief...

1 year ago
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Letter To Husband

Letter to husband Hi I am Priti 23rs old- I am 5’2″ with shoulder length straight hair. My stats is 36-28- 36. I am married and this is my real life story and I am putting in form of letter since this was the way I told my husband how I had enjoyed in his absence. This was the starting of of many incidents. Dear Jaan It happened when we were going around and u were at Office and I had gone out. I was wearing a spaghetti strapped silver top. I am sure u remembers that top, half my breasts...

3 years ago
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Letter to a Nothing

Letter to a Nothing by Bridget StaceySynopsis: A wife's letter to her husband, telling him how he can expect their marriage to be in future. Copyright (c) 2009 Bridget Stacey [email protected](F/m, D/s, humiliation, nc, serious, transvestite, domestic femdom) Dear Nothing, I have noticed that you have been much nicer to me recently and much easier to deal with.  You have not spurted for quite a while now, have you?  You always behave much better to me when you have not spurted.  You can...

4 years ago
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Letter Chronicles Amys Story

At my desk with coffee in hand, I take a break from working on tedious reports. Relaxing in my chair, I have a smile on my face as I think about the past couple of days. Hmm… my life has certainly taken a turn for the better after that meeting with Phillip.Glancing at my pen and stationery on the desk, I decide it’s time to write to my dear friend Susan about that night. After all, she is always encouraging me to get out more…March 12, 2019Dear SusanI hope this letter finds you fit and healthy...

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Letter To My Miss

Dearest Miss,As I think of you, I say to myself, "My God, Jampu, you are such a little bitch." I continue to berate myself as if talking to my reflection in the mirror.'It is no wonder that Miss hesitated when you approached her, asking to be her sub.  It is as if she could see what a problem you might become.  How could she know that you would be so much trouble for her?  Perhaps, she had had others begging her domination.   She perhaps understood that having subs comes with difficult...

Lesbian
4 years ago
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Letter To Tommy

Part 1 Hi Tom, I know I have not written to you or even called since you left for divinity school too get away from me. I have been keeping track through mom. I understand that you now pastor a big Church down in Austin TX. I know it has been a very long time but tonight I have to write you. I would call you but I have a feeling it would be a very long phone call (provided that you would talk to me that is). I want to tell you what I have been doing and what I have gotten myself mixed up in....

3 years ago
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Letter from Walsingham

Dear Shoeblossom, Some years back you got a "letter from Combermere" from Tulke and Barcelona Spinelli...it was about their femdom marriage, as so many of your letters are, and their marriage ended in 2005. Tulke moved from Combermere, across the state to Walsingham. This is an update on how Tulke is doing. He was my best friend growing up, and now he is my male slave! I wasn't gay back in the day...but a lot of things happened between then and now, and I wanted to keep your readers abreast of...

1 year ago
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Letters From Rose

John Henry Bartlett III laid back on his bunk and closed his eyes, exhausted after another long day at sea. It had been another stressful day, causing him to question once again why he had joined the Navy. The answer was simple: his family legacy. Father and grandfather before him, along with scores of uncles and cousins…men in his family were supposed to be Navy men. He hadn’t even questioned it, the choice was made for him before he was born and he stepped into his role like a pair of...

2 years ago
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Letters From Rose

John Henry Bartlett III laid back on his bunk and closed his eyes, exhausted after another long day at sea. It had been another stressful day, causing him to question once again why he had joined the Navy. The answer was simple: his family legacy. Father and grandfather before him, along with scores of uncles and cousins…men in his family were supposed to be Navy men. He hadn’t even questioned it; the choice was made for him before he was born and he stepped into his role like a pair of...

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Letter from Vancouver

LETTER FROM VANCOUVERDear Shoeblossom:Having enjoyed so many of your letters from BDSM enthusiasts in the States, I thought I would tell you about my husband, Conrad, the Canadian Cuckold. (Catchy?)My husband Conrad and I are at the Levinger’s party, socializing, but of course he is almost ignoring all the other women there, he just gazes earnestly, plucking my arm?he is in LOOVE with me!I am busy in conversation with Grigsby and Gail Gorlitz; Grigs is secretly my toilet slave-we meet in a...

4 years ago
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Letter from Annapolis

LETTER FROM ANNAPOLISDear Shoeblossom:I’ve always known I was a bad boy. My Mother used to get so mad at me?she’d want me to spend time with my sisters, and help polish the silverware?she’d shake her head because I didn’t want to play with paper dolls?I wanted to be like my macho father.Mother had strawberry blonde hair in a bouffant hairdo, and what they used to call a Rubenesque figure. When she heard me say ?Fuck? over the phone to a classmate, she knew that I was doing the evil adolescent...

4 years ago
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Letter from Good Hope Road

LETTER FROM GOOD HOPE ROADDear Shoeblossom:Cymbeline really knows how to give a blowjob. I don’t understand it, because she’s such a committed feminist out in the real world, she’s a lawyer for abused women, but when we’re home, she’s constantly between my legs, her dark head pumping away on my hard cock, as I reach down and twist and flick her nipples.?So tell me about equal pay for equal work.? I say, as I take my long, thin Malacca cane and whack her back as Cymbeline services me. ?Tell me...

1 year ago
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Letter from Jefferson City

LETTER FROM JEFFERSON CITYDear Shoeblossom:Do you get many letters from Jeff City, or from Missouri at all? Harmon, my husband tells me we are the ?silent majority? and no one cares about us, until the Presidential elections come around. Then we’re considered the conservatives, I suppose. Harmon and I were at one of those Tea Party Town Hall events, and I remember reading an editorial about us later, describing us as semiliterate malcontents with false morals. Morals? Who knows. I don’t feel...

4 years ago
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Letter from Topeka

LETTER FROM TOPEKADear Shoeblossom:I come home from work, pulling up in my BMW Z4 Roadster, and the paper boy greets me respectfully ?Mr. Wegg, how are you?? I grin at him. Yes, Palmer Wegg is a hot shot in this thriving Midwestern city? and when I go in the house I am pleased to see my pretty wife Zenobia relaxing on the divan.?Hello, Pom.? She greets me, smiling. ?The kids are away for three days with my parents, and so we have a bit of alone time.? Zee smiles and my cock hardens in the...

3 years ago
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Letter From Eisengrim Township

LETTER FROM EISENGRIM TOWNSHIPDear Shoeblossom:Sometimes Brearley lets me jerk off. Kneeling on the hardwood floor on my bare knees, rubbing my stiff and long denied cock, it’s so painful! Brearley is always gorgeous, fully clothed as a striking contrast to my nakedness, in tight jeans or a sexy miniskirt, sometimes  a tube top. Often she will wear a sexy business office outfit, which really, really makes me feel even more naked, humiliated, and excited.?Keep that willy whacking, Fremont, but...

2 years ago
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Letter from Emoryville

LETTER FROM EMORYVILLEDear Shoeblossom:My wife and I really have enjoyed your letters. It has been a major help to us in the changes we’ve made in our relationship. For one thing, my wife is not a woman-born woman. In fact, Monisha used to be my teammate when we played soccer for San Francisco State University.We were living together, just a couple of guys, chasing girls and drinking beer, but one night Monisha (who was then called Monson) told me that he fantasized about me whipping him with a...

1 year ago
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Letter from Josh and his Dad

> As I mentioned, I lost lots of my email connections and friends when my computer went to hell while I was on my trip. So many potential relationships lost. Out of every hundred letters or so that I get trying to connect with me, perhaps only two or three are legitimate. It's sad, but that is the state of the internet nowadays. Here is a letter and photo I got just the other day. Who knows where it will go.> Dear dale10. I am enclosing a photos in which you may have some interest. It is of my...

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