Catching The Postman Part 1

"Daniel loves wearing sexy lingerie under his clothes and, knowing it has been noticed by the postman, hopes to fulfil one of his dreams."

It was another miserable Monday. The weather had been atrocious for six days now, and I was getting really fed up with not being able to go out for any length of time. I was out of work, not that...

Camera Shy: Following the Script

"Monica is lured into realizing her fantasy on camera."

Where did we leave it?Ah yes, imagining the something special I’d do for Sam to make up for recasting Eric in his place. (Spoiler alert: I thought of something.) “Mmm,” Sam hummed into my ear, still reeling from the promise I’d...

Cumming Disaster: Chapter 5

"Nika gets the names of her prey in Frankfurt, but hits an unexpected obstacle."

“You’ve been a naughty boy, Mickey Mouse! And naughty boys get punished!” I brought the ruler down hard on his naked ass, causing him to flinch. I kept at it until I’d given him a dozen hard smacks, which his...

Frat Party

"An unusual occurrence at the fraternity house."

This was a night I’ll never forget. Well, at least as much as I can remember.Our sorority was invited to a “Meet and Greet” party at the fraternity down the street. Each month, the boys invited one of the sororities...

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"Bye Bye Bridgerton."

His fingers tease expertly at my neck's nape. Fixing me in position, urging me onwards as, head in his lap, I suckle hungrily on the expanding popsicle nestling in my mouth.My tongue swirls about his thick-veined muscle; foreskin withdrawn, smooth...

Amy Caned

"Sex, punishment, caning and satisfaction makes Amy a happy girl."

My mummy, Carol, was sitting in Miss James's office with tears beginning to blur her eyes. She was waiting to witness me, her only daughter Amy, suffer a headmistress's caning, six strokes across the palms of my hands. We both...

Cool Jazz and Hot Chocolate

"Back in 1967, I had a chance to sample some live, American Jazz – plus a selection of hot chocolate pussy as well!"

Phil and I were kibitzing back and forth as we drove from Toronto to Buffalo, windows wide in the simmering twilight heat. We were truckin’ down to hear some great jazz, and wondering who we would see tonight.It was 1967,...