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Memoirs Of A Bull Part III

I had a few errands in town and I took care of those before going back home. I was missing Mary already. It had been a long time since I felt this way about another woman before. It wasn’t just the sex; exciting as it was. She had a warmth about her as well. I knew that I had to curtail those feelings. I had been down that road before with another married woman that I had been fucking on a regular basis. She was beginning to feel the same way and after a good heart to heart one afternoon we...

Memoirs of a Bull Part II

Jim turned out to be more nervous than I was. Mary formally introduced us and we shook hands. His handshake was limp despite having large calloused hands. “How about getting us a drink darling?” Mary asked him, “Bill will have a red wine.” Jim edged away nervously looking at us standing there holding hands. I could hardly imagine just how it might feel to see your wife standing there holding hands with another man. I knew how good it felt to be in my position as I held her hand and watched...

Memoirs of a Bull Part I

It was by pure chance that I went into that Hairdresser’s salon that evening. Normally I prefer to go to the Gents Hairdressers. Call me old fashioned, but I think men are better at cutting men’s hair than women. That evening, however, my regular barber was on holiday and I was in desperate need of a trim. I had a meeting with some investors the next day and I wanted to look my best. A few yards down the high street I caught the sign that said, ‘Ladies and Gent’s Hairdresser’ and I put...

Memoirs of a strip club chef

A long time ago, I had the dubious honor of working as a cook at Sugar’s. The club was billed as a gentlemen's cabaret, although even back when the neighborhood was more prosperous the joint was always a bit seedy. Any building without windows and smoking allowed inside can’t help but turn into a den of ill repute. The kind of place you’d see a midget cock slapped in the face by a giant lemon horse dick.I myself was just another face back in the kitchen, where I started as a dishwasher and...

Memoirs of a Bisexual Chapter 9 The Pick Up

I was excited. Jeff was coming up for the weekend and I hadn't seen him since Christmas break and now it was May. One of our favorite rock bands was playing in Athens at the Georgia Theater and we were not going to miss it. I was also getting excited over the fact that Jeff and I were sure to have sex while he was visiting. That was pretty much solidified when Jeff reserved a hotel room in downtown Athens so we wouldn't have to "worry about the roommates," as he put it. We hadn't been with each...

Memoirs of a Bisexual Chapter 1 The Sexual Revolution

I have always been a sexual person. I have always been turned on by sex. When I was 16, I got my first “serious” girlfriend, meaning the first girl I ever tongue kissed, made out with and felt up. My dad sensed that I was a in the beginning stages of a hormone drenched relationship with a girl who was a bit more experienced than I and a year older. He had the “Sex Talk” with me where he discussed STD’s, pregnancy, and condoms. But he also instilled a bit of wisdom in me about sex. He told me...

Memoirs Of Bhanu 8211 Part II

Next one week or so was uneventful. But I realized that he enjoyed my company and wanted to spend time whenever it presented and also once in a while I observed him glancing admiringly at my body. I think he was confused over my action as to whether it was an innocent move from my side or was it intentional. But luckily I got a chance to prove that it was not an innocent move. On a weekend we three of us went on an outing to see the city. End of the outing we were tired and then there was a...

Memoirs Of Bhanu 8211 Part I

It was 4:30 in the morning when alarm beeped. Bhanu woke up to the alarm. Rahul, her son-in law had given instructions to get down at a railway station that was near to their home as the train would reach there at 5:30 AM. She woke up. It was not as cold as she expected. Train was chugging along at full speed. She took her bathroom kit and walked towards the train toilet. Near the toilet, there were some sleepy youngsters standing, who were not allotted a berth .As youngster’s eyes moved over...

Memoirs Fraudsters Punished

Chapter 10. Fraudsters punishedMarch 27th 1831‘Saturday evening came and I cancelled the session at the workhouse although of course, those deserving punishment received their due. I held the session during the afternoon with only a few guests looking on. Instead I took the cart with Clara to the manor. I’d kept her confined in the one room and had Jack take her meals and empty her slops. He also put her to his cock whenever he felt like it. She was understandably frightened and sat shivering...

Memoirs Back in the Workhouse

We continued the rounds of the workhouse and at one point found Miss Harrington sitting on a chair pretending to be dusting. When I challenged her, she sort to suggest that elderly ladies like her should be treated with respect and not be forced to do menial work. She even tried to suggest that I was already exceeding my role and would petition the vicar for my removal. Seeing the vicar played little part in my appointment, I almost laughed at her but just said, "We will see, Miss Harrington,...

Memoirs continues New Master at the Workhouse

Chapter 6. New master at the workhouseMargaret sat at the computer again the following afternoon. She was a little tired from the morning’s exertions and Jeremy had given her the afternoon off but she wanted to find out more about Josiah Winsberly. The pair had spent the morning in the punishment room sweeping and vacuuming and looking over the apparatus there. Moving the items around was heavy, dusty work particularly as some of the frames were constructed of heavy timber and wedged in...

Memoirs continued

We continued the rounds of the workhouse and at one point found Miss Harrington sitting on a chair pretending to be dusting. When I challenged her, she sort to suggest that elderly ladies like her should be treated with respect and not be forced to do menial work. She even tried to suggest that I was already exceeding my role and would petition the vicar for my removal. Seeing the vicar played little part in my appointment, I almost laughed at her but just said, "We will see, Miss Harrington,...

Memoirs continued

We continued the rounds of the workhouse and at one point found Miss Harrington sitting on a chair pretending to be dusting. When I challenged her, she sort to suggest that elderly ladies like her should be treated with respect and not be forced to do menial work. She even tried to suggest that I was already exceeding my role and would petition the vicar for my removal. Seeing the vicar played little part in my appointment, I almost laughed at her but just said, "We will see, Miss Harrington,...

Memoirs continued

"Oh they are not punishment stripes, they are for warming me up ready for sex. At the foot of our bed is a small table on which is kept and richly decorated canvas roll containing an assortment of canes and straps. Each night before retiring, and at any other times he feels like it, I have to unroll it so the canes and straps are all laid out neatly, and then stand alongside it without any clothes on. The punishment cane is there too but Jamel never chooses it for foreplay. He selects which...

Memoirs continued

Sitting at the keyboard, Margaret mused that life for her during the three weeks she had lived in this gaunt old house had been very different to living with her father. Jeremy was a gentleman, strict but fair. She’d had a second hard spanking a week ago, one she had almost provoked, and had on a number of occasions gently warmed her breasts and pubic area before having sex with her but apart from that he had been kind to her. Like her father, Jeremy was sexually very active and liked to try a...

Memoirs Vol 2

I quickly read the note and smiled to myself. After I finished reading it, I got out of bed and stretched my refreshed body. I felt like I had slept for days. Slowly, I crept into the master bath and washed my face. After I did that, I did just as Sean instructed and put on my sexiest set of lingerie that I had brought along with me. I stood in front of the wall-sized mirror and stared at my curvaceous physique. My sexiest set of lingerie consisted of: a tiny red bra that only covered my...

Memoirs Of Last Week

Several days ago, things in my life took a most interesting, pleasurable turn for the better. I was blessed to make a new friend. She's the kind of woman men like me dream of their entire life from the moment they pay the toll to pass through to puberty. She has dark, long, luxuriously thick hair. I imagine her skin is as smooth and soft as the finest silk cloth. Her figure is not know to me, but what little I have seen of her shape is not only dangerously enticing to me, but very seductive and...

Memoirs of Master s Angel Slave

The phone rang. It was Him, on His way home from work. He'd given me a key earlierin the week, as we had planned on my coming to stay Friday night. He wantedme to be there, waiting for Him when He arrived. I picked up the phone in silence. ?My angel slave?, He said, ?You are there, waiting for Me, just as I asked.Good girl.? A soft smile stretched across my face. His praise was all I ever sought andwhat made me the happiest, and He knew so. I said nothing at all; just waitedfor my...

Memoirs of a Secret Sissy Part I

My name is Michael and I'm a sissy slut. I also have a girlie name, which I'll tell you about another time. I wasn't always this way, but strangely I never even questioned my sexuality until sometime after high school. I still remember the exact moment it happened. I was watching a video that a friend had lent me, one I'd watched dozens of times already but usually just for five to ten minute spurts.In one of my favorite scenes, a blonde woman with a very nice tan and sporting an orange bikini...

Memoirs of a Secret Sissy Part II

I hadn't mentioned it to anyone yet, but word of our drunken threesome traveled quickly around campus. Our peers were especially interested in that small detail of Ben's dick having found its way into my mouth. My roommate Chris came home the next afternoon and said, "I heard you and Ben really hit it off the other night!" I denied it, but quite unconvincingly, and my smile gave it away. It turned out to not really be a big deal, though. In fact, I was surprised by the number of people who were...

Memoirs of a Secret Sissy Part III

"You can strip and then pick out a pair of panties from the pile to wear. When you're ready get on your hands and knees and crawl over to us."I was shaking with anticipation. I could tell I was going to get along really well with these two guys, and that I was in for a wild, slutty night. I couldn't believe this was finally happening. I started retracing the last few hours in my mind, maybe to convince myself that it was indeed all real.I had sent a quick message asking if the author of a...

Memoirs of Aadheena

Hey guys. This is my first try at a sex story. Please refrain from going further into this series if you are not into pee play, scat, submission. Thank you. Feedback at I woke up, looked around rubbing my eyes. It was 5:30 in the morning, and there I was on my bed in a small shacky home we moved into last week. I turned around to see my husband Aadesh staring at me angrily for disturbing him and soon went back to sleep without saying a word. It would have been a usual day if not for one....

Memoirs of Aadheena

Hey guys. This is my first try at a sex story. I woke up looked around, rubbing my eyes. It was 5:30 in the morning. There I was on my bed in a small shack home we moved into last week. I turned around to see my husband, Aadesh staring at me angrily for disturbing him. He soon went back to sleep without saying a word. It would have been a normal day if not for one. Today I will be starting my new role as a detective at a local police station. It was a decision I took up recently, willing to...

Memoirs of a Rapist

Chapter 1: The Bunny-girl She was not one of my first; I had been perfecting my perversion for many years before her. No, she was just one of the most memorable and that's why I start with her. So why did I name her that? Was it her real name. Not. I spotted her one summer day working in her front flowerbed as I was on my way to a client. Her red hair almost glowed in the morning sun. It was beautiful, thick and waistlength, tied in two pigtails like big floppy ears. As I approached her...

Memoirs of Ida Mae Jensen Redacted Chapter 2

Now that I am all grown up and a full-fledged member of the female sisterhood, I can relate that I sometimes have a sort of yearning to get a lot closer to some of the other girls that work with me in the pole dancing club. I purely get mortified when I hear people use the "L" word when we are sort of congregating real close in the dressing room or even when things get hot and heavy if two of us are taking care of a customer who likes being taken care of by a pair of friendly ladies...

Memoirs of Ida Mae Jensen Redacted Chapter 3

I remember it was a terribly boring Sunday morning when Trixie announced to me that she was planning to leave me for some religious-minded nut-job up in Utah. I guess it was appropriate on a Sunday rather than any other day but since I didn't go to church any more ever since my special problems with a hypocritical clergyman made me sour on the fire and brimstone preaching circuit. She didn't tell me the name of the guy but I suspected it was the little sneaky-looking prick that goosed any...

Memoirs of Ida Mae Jensen Redacted Chapter 4

My recently passed Herman’s relative kept pestering me for jobs and money because I was sitting pretty on cash flow from my Casino, the forty room motel and the funeral parlor business I had inherited according to my deceased husband’s will. Most of that litter was ugly if they were females and a mite bit slow if they were males. One thing was for certain they were all a bunch of back-stabbers from the get-go. I also opened up a dance studio of sorts that I used to train my current crop of...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIChapter 2 Our Return to Saratoga

We spent the remainder of the weekend in our rooms, living on room service and never fully dressing. Indeed, James seemed to revel in dining with me en deshabile, wearing only a dressing gown and his trousers, and I would wear even less. Most meals I wore my stockings and slippers alone, though occasionally I would add a transparent robe or ‘Merry Widow’ corset of the sort that cupped and exposed my bosom to his view. Our deserts were often each other! Monday morning, we dressed, and James...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIChapter 4 Passing the Time and a Great Commotion

The month of October passed with my beginning to assume the station of Mistress of the House. James let it be known that he considered my commands as his, which I felt was somewhat overblown, but dared not deny him. I solved this problem simply by not giving any commands, and by simply going about my, by then, normal existence. Our first day back in Saratoga, James had asked me, after dinner, when we were alone and thinking of retiring to bed, if I would consider sharing his bed prior to our...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIChapter 5 Thanksgiving and a Christmas Trip

The household rapidly reverted to normal pursuits as Mister Singh recovered his strength. He was able to make his way downstairs about a week later, though he was still very tired, and his robe (for he still maintained his dress in the Eastern fashion) hung loosely on him. Still, though he was in generally good spirits after such a close call with the Grim Reaper, he seemed preoccupied with some deep thoughts. Even James noticed and asked his old friend if he could be of some assistance,...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIChapter 7 Meeting Old Friends Anew

I spent considerable time with Mary over the next several days, though it was not precisely of an intimate nature. The next day, I breakfasted with James in the main dining room of the grand hotel, then returned to our rooms alone while James went about his business. I found that Mary had entered whilst we dined and had cleaned. She had also fallen asleep on the sofa! Knowing how much I hated to be awoken from a nap, I let Mary be and took up some embroidery I had begun and did needlepoint...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIChapter 8 An Evening s Entertainment

James’ and my passions had been so intense the prior night that we both slept later than our norm, though as usual I awoke before him. By now I knew his habits, and I knew by the depth of his snores that he would not awake if I made my usual attempt, that is to say by suckling his cock with my lips and tongue. Climbing from his bed, I made my way to my bath and began running my bath water. I had just climbed into the tub, when I heard a faint knock at my door, and acting upon my suspicions,...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIChapter 9 A Closer Friendship

Everyone considered the evening’s entertainment to be everything that had been hoped for. Certainly, the final act had been the most astonishing, and both Harry and James were quite impressed, and perhaps even cowed, by the length and size of the ‘blacksnake’ the buck had possessed. Needless to say, this most intimate of introductions had made the closest of friends of AnneMarie and I. Although we both intended to sleep late the next day and lounge at our leisure, we also decided to get...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIChapter 10 A Second Entertainment

AnneMarie eagerly agreed to my plan of providing a second entertainment for our pleasures and the pleasures of Harry and James. She agreed to bring her fiancée to dine with us a few days hence, and after a sumptuous meal, I would invite them to our rooms for dessert. Needless to say, it was our intention that we would be the dessert! I should explain that while the thought did cross my mind, it was not our intention to swap our partners. AnneMarie would love her Harry, and not my James, and...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IChapter 2 My Uncle s House and Dinner that Evening

The ride to Uncle James’ house was a short one, perhaps all of twenty minutes in length. House is not the correct term for the marvelous edifice that awaited our arrival. Mansion is the more proper term. Uncle James protested that it wasn’t all that grand, only having fourteen bedrooms, and that Cornelius would not even consider it fit to be a tenement. “Cornelius?” I questioned him. “Cornelius Vanderbilt.” I gaped. “You know Cornelius Vanderbilt?” I exclaimed. “Oh yes, loaned him some...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IChapter 3 Discovering the Bawdy Nature of the Household

Charity did not stay long that evening, simply a period sufficient for the both of us to make the most intimate acquaintance and cuddle afterwards. The next morning, I awoke refreshed and relaxed, lazing in bed sinfully until I felt the first pangs of hunger. I disdained the need for servants to dress, so I made my way to the bath and drew water in the sink, then with a small towel made a whore’s-bath for myself, and yes, I had heard the term before and understood the implications. It...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IChapter 4 Shopping for Necessities and Extravagances

At dinner that night I found that I had exhausted my reserves at the first conflict. My mode of attire was limited to a long and tight black skirt and a high-necked white blouse. While the blouse was relatively sheer, and I disdained a shift for a lacy corset, Siobhan countered with a rather immodestly cut dress of her own, and though her forces were not perhaps equal to mine, they were nonetheless quite sufficient for the battle at hand. An impartial referee would be charitable to describe...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IChapter 5 The Secret Passage

The next several days were spent in a most leisurely and pleasant fashion. Daylight hours would find Siobhan and I working alongside my uncle in his large and elaborate study and library, reading and taking correspondence and otherwise assisting him in his investments. I soon came to realize the grand scale of those investments, and how the breeding stables he maintained here were at best an avocation. Still, he explained to me at one point that even in this he was successful, and the profit...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IChapter 6 We Have Guests

As the month of August approached, Uncle James informed both Siobhan and me that the start of the Saratoga social season was nearing and suggested that we both make sure that any dresses and such that we would need had been procured by then. It seemed as if the local merchants all had two sets of prices and menus. The normal one was used but for eleven months of the year, the other showed double prices and was used in August, a fine example of Yankee ingenuity! By then, I had written Mrs....

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IChapter 7 Overhearing a Conversation

For the rest of August and into early September we frequently had guests to view the stables and see the races. I was fascinated to see my uncle becoming more and more jealous and protective when the younger gentlemen or the sons of the older gentlemen paid attention to me. I was somewhat curious as to this, especially as, other than my attire, I never gave him the slightest cause for concern. Inasmuch as he had no apparent slaking in his thirst for the ladies of the household, I failed to...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IChapter 8 New York

I avoided both Siobhan and Uncle James the next day, pleading a headache and eating breakfast and lunch in my room. I was both despondent and elated at the same time, trying to sort my feelings from all I had heard the previous night. I had not slept a wink since then. Could Uncle James truly have feelings for me that were more than those of an uncle for his niece? And if so, was Siobhan correct in believing that I had similar feelings for him as well? I allowed Siobhan to bring me down to...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IChapter 9 The Next Day

I awoke the next day an hour or so before noon, with a great deal of confusion and a small but bothersome headache. I was in a bed and felt a great weight on my arm. Opening my eyes, I found myself back in my room, in my own bed, and the weight on my arm proved to be James’ hand clasping mine. He was sitting in an armchair, still dressed from the previous night but without his coat or hat or ascot and with his shirt mostly undone, and amazingly, was unshaven! I attempted to retrieve my hand...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IChapter 10 The Ball and After

Both James and I had more than sufficient sleep the day before, so we both woke early. My headache was completely gone, although I still had a small and tender bump on the back of my head. After we dressed and took our breakfast in the dining room, James hired a brougham and took me through the New York Central Park. It was an astonishing sight, such a wide and open expanse of land, so artfully landscaped, in the very center of the metropolis. When I asked how it had come about that none...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IChapter 11 The End of My Story

I awoke the next morning in much the same condition as I had awoken the previous morning, wrapped around James with his arms wrapped around me, but with the singular distinction that now we were both naked. As before, my head was on his chest with an arm thrown across him, and one leg wrapped around his lower limbs, while his arms were around me. I found this much to my liking, and cuddled against him, feeling the animal warmth of his person as I listened to his baritone purr. As my eyes...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIIChapter 2 A Brief Illness

When we arrived at the train station to begin our return home, I had a slight case of sniffles; by the time we had returned to the estate I had a most pronounced cold. I immediately retired to bed in the hope that I would be feeling better in the morn. This was not to be. Over the next several days my condition worsened to the point that James summoned the doctor from town, who promptly pronounced that I was suffering from the influenza. I was constrained to a strict bed rest with visitors...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIIChapter 3 Correspondence from Abroad

The next morning James and I were able to begin again our usual routine. Awakening slightly before him, I gazed lovingly upon his chiseled form and slid the covers down below his loins. I traced gently the veins upon his wondrous organ until it had stiffened sufficiently, then lowered my face and opened my lips. I could taste the residue of our passions from the night before and savored the flavor of our mixed love juices. I slowly stroked his mighty shaft while suckling fiercely upon his tip...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIIChapter 4 Trysting With the Maids

The following day James traveled to Albany, the state capitol, on business purposes. (His comment to me was that he had need to purchase some politicians, either one Senator or two Congressmen, whichever would prove cheaper!) He planned to spend the night and then return the next day, and for once had traveled without me. These small trips occurred on a monthly basis, and we always spent some time on a small holiday, answerable to nobody and nothing but our own decadent tastes. However, James...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIIChapter 5 A New Maid

Within the next few weeks, as word of James ‘return’ to his habit of old of enjoying the pleasures of the flesh with the maids and cooks, it seemed as if all the maids and cooks joined us in our dalliances. This proved an extremely enjoyable method of making the deepest acquaintance possible with the staff. Whilst I had thought I had become quite familiar with them up to that point, I can assure you that in no way was I as familiar as a lover, for that is what each of them was to become!...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIIChapter 6 Wedding Preparations and Other Affairs

Amidst these pleasant interludes, one event continued looming ever larger in my thoughts, and that event was James’ and my pending nuptials. All through that late Winter and early Spring, Siobhan was gaily leading the charge upon the necessary preparations, and it seemed as if a veritable army of people were becoming involved. Certainly, the volume of my personal correspondence multiplied, as did the number of people involved! I had already received assurances from Mrs. Pembleton that she...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIIChapter 7 The Wedding Approaches

Throughout the month of May, as my nuptials approached, I became increasingly nervous. It seemed as if things were piling up all around me and I had nowhere to turn. This, of course, was the sheerest nonsense since both Siobhan and James had shouldered a burden worthy of Atlas. By the time June arrived I was wishing the entire thing was over and done with, yet more difficulties arrived daily. In retrospect, with the wisdom of age and the experience of other weddings, I can now say with...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIIChapter 8 Harry and AnneMarie Arrive

The next day, Monday, Harry and AnneMarie were to arrive. They were traveling by way of the private coach that Harry had obtained, if but as a loan from another rich friend, and we were to meet them at the train station in Saratoga Springs shortly after lunch. I was on the verge of asking David and Mary if they wanted to come and see it as well, but I stopped short when I realized they had other plans in mind. With their daughters off exploring, and little David sleeping, Mary giggled at her...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIIChapter 9 More Guests

The next day was Tuesday, and as the morning dawned, I was a veritable bundle of nerves, as Mrs. Pembleton was to arrive by mid-morning. I knew I was being incredibly silly, for I had nothing whatsoever to prove. I had done well, was in love and to be married to a wonderful man and had found a place in the world which suited me quite marvelously. Yet, regardless of these circumstances, I felt as if I was about to be graded by a schoolteacher! As was my normal routine, I woke slightly before...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIIChapter 10 Al Fresco and Au Naturel

The next two days passed rapidly. Events had now progressed to the point that, short of calling off the wedding, they were out of our hands. With only a few days left, if something needed ordering or purchasing or planning, it was simply too late, and we would make do. This actually proved rather restful, in its own way. The estate continued to receive guests arriving, many of them James’ associates in business, traveling from Boston, New York, and Philadelphia. They used the time before the...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIIChapter 11 The Last Supper

We hurried back to the mansion so that James and I could bathe and dress for our dinner that evening. Mrs. Whitney had invited us to dine at the estate, where a number of our guests were staying with her. Ahkbar Singh had managed to avoid this dinner by complaining of an intestinal ailment, but the amused look in his eyes convinced me that this was a most opportune illness. However, James and I would be accompanied by both my Matron of Honor and my putative father, Siobhan and Uncle Wally....

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIIChapter 12 Our Wedding

I slept late the next morning, so late in fact that rather than my awakening James pleasantly, it was he who awoke me in such a fashion. I climbed from the depths of my slumber with a mounting feeling of pleasure, and by the time my eyes fluttered open, they did so to look around with considerable joy. James had carefully pulled the sheets from me and pushed me onto my back, then had spread my legs apart and crawled down between them. He smiled up at me from their juncture, where he was...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIIChapter 13 Our Married Lives Commence

I awoke the next morning with James standing by our bed shaking my shoulder. “Come on, you slugabed, wake up!” he ordered. I rolled to one side rather grumpily, but he persisted. “Up and at them, sleepyhead! We have to go!” I managed to pry my sleep-encrusted eyes apart and noticed that bright sunlight was pouring through our windows, and that James was putting the finishing touches on his regular outfit of charcoal and black. I also noticed that I was laying on our bed, still dressed in my...

Memoirs of a BBW

I'm a naturally horny girl. I have been since I was young girl. I don't remember what triggered it, but it might have been something to do with my discovery of my dad's dirty magazine stash in my parents closet, while I was snooping around for Christmas presents. I spent a good hour or two peering through the pictures of women pleasuring themselves, posing for the camera, and being pleasured by toys and men. And then I found the thing that really got me hooked. It was a small book, and at first...

REMOTE CONTROL 1

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Four Feet

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Lemonade The Apology

Lemonade (The Apology) She had asked him to meet her at her room in the Lush Hotel. He wasn’t sure why he agreed. He was already regretting it…a little. There was something that had driven him to come, but he didn’t want to analyze it. But it lingered in his mind, in the back, refusing to stay completely hidden. There was something about Samantha, that he couldn’t put his finger on. And oh, how much had he wanted to lay his fingers, along with other parts of his body, on her? Well, a lot. The...

Lemonade From Lemons

Lemonade From Lemons - Chapter 1 Adam WestSandy flipped over the last page of the romance novel, and now she was feeling a bit randy and horny. Romance novels always seemed to do that to her, and this one just happened to be extra juicey at the end. God, the leading character was such a hunk. I wish he was here right now. How long has it been since she made love to a man? Sandy did the computation in her head. It had been over three weeks since her divorce with Richard had been finalized, and...

Lemonade

Some people have all the luck and some people have to scramble. Life's not fair unless you can make lemonade with all the lemons your thrown! Marsha had to work from the moment she could remember. A father that left her and her mother high and dry at the very outset, then a mother who drank herself into oblivion, including first diabetes, then the loss of her legs, and finally a horribly premature death, leaving Marsha in an orphanage by age thirteen. But by thirteen, Marsha was quite able...

Lemonade

Thanks to the Hip and Knee Doctor for editing assistance. The last few months had been trying. My wife, Katherine, had been having an affair with a co-worker and it seems like everybody in the world knew about it, but nobody had enough guts to say anything. I was just as guilty as all the others. For some strange reason I was hoping that it would just end and everything would go back to normal. It was a fantasy of course, because it never goes back to the way it was. We had been married for...

Remote Control Love Slave

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My Aunt s Tired Smelly Feet

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Last Saturday night, I brought a guy home, looking to get fucked. Turned out he was a wimp: when I said ‘no,’ he actually took me seriously and stopped! Jesus! Whatever happened to men????? After he left, I was frustrated, my body on fire with the need for cock. Before wimping out, he had fondled my breasts and licked my nipples. I was insane with lust! I went to bed alone, my tits hot and swollen, nipples erect, my cunt soaking wet. I’m amazed I got to sl**p at all. At least, I think I...

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Demon BaitChapter 4

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Demon BaitChapter 11

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Reddit Feet, aka r/Feet! I’m going to gain access to any of a chick’s best bits I’m choosing her pussy or tits. Maybe even her asshole if I’m feeling especially kinky and want some of that anal action. But feet? Come on, that’s like saying you want to get jerked off by her eyelid.Maybe I don’t fucking get it. Plenty of people have foot fetishes: a female foot basically plays a supporting role in every Quentin Tarantino film. Harvey Weinstein would dip his foot in peanut butter, and while his...

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The World at Emma s Feet

It was Sunday morning, and Guy Carson, financial advisor in public, dominant in private, glanced at his watch. Ten minutes to eleven. At 11 am, his new submissive, Emma Morgan, would start. Six other ladies had taken on this task. Two had given up within two weeks of service, causing Guy to impose a thousand dollar holding until two months of being submissive had elapsed. That money was returned when two months were over. All four had taken their money back and left.Each had been adequate with...

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Remote Control Mommy

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Mummy Made Me Cum With Her Feet

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Shortly after my father bought a camcorder, I did what any other horny, 12 year old oversexed crossdresser would've done...I put on a pair of hose and heels and started making naughty videos of me blowin' off all my buddies ;-) My parents found it though and chewed me out, but I never heard anything about it again. Two years later, I caught my Daddy getting his rocks off...WATCHING THAT VERY VIDEO OF ME WITH ALL MY BUDDY'S DICKS IN MY MOUTH! Right then and there, I thought, "I'm going to...

Mummy Made Me Cum With Her Feet

me and my mum had quite a close relationship since a young age im 21 now and shes a mature 42 year old. she is a single parent and has been since i was very young. she often walks around the house semi nude as she likes her privacy. she makes sure i dont see her boobs or pussy. she had the most amazing feet. she looked after them very well but they had a mature look which i loved and would often find excuses to touch her feet but she didnt know i was into them. the story really begins on...

Remote Possibilities Ch 1

As Andrew walked out the door he glanced at his older sister, leant over the kitchen counter and reading her magazine. Holy shit he thought, his friends were right - she was a knockout. It was hard to admit that about her when she acted like such a bitch around him all the time, he wanted nothing to do with giving her any praise. But the truth remained, her luscious dark brown hair, pulled back in a ponytail, and below that a slim waist that led down to her graspable butt made her sexy simply...

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My neighbors feet

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I stood in front of the salon with the Groupon printout in my hand. I held it like an award I had won and was proud to have. It was a pick-me-up gift from my mother for when I got my next interview or two. That was why I was here, to get my nails done for an interview I had the next day. I wanted to get my hair done, but – well, my budget wasn’t going to handle that, no matter what. As it was, I had lost my cell phone, land-line, internet, and I was barely keeping the rent paid and the lights...

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My Young Cousin Her Perfect Feet

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Sophie s Feet

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On a nice and sunny afternoon, you decided to enter Kelly’s dimensional world to have a nice walk. Once you entered her battleground, you find Kelly sitting all by her lonesome on a large rock feeling all depressed and disappointed. You: Hi Kelly!!! It’s nice to meet you. *Noticed her gloomy face* Why the long face? Kelly: I’m not having a good day. You: Aww man, I see… Is there anything I could do to help? Kelly: *Lifts her head up and sighs deeply* Tad and I… Broke up… You: Aww man!!! *Feels...

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One boring day in the office I sat paging through my fav mens magazine, when I got to a 3 page spread on pleasing women. I sat and read through most of It, my cock slightly stirring in my pants. By the end of the article I was already growing increasingly horny, I read over an article that said how much women loved their toes and feet getting kissed and sucked and how horny it could get them. I had never to that day thought of a women’s feet being sexual at all but the article and the picture...

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