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Jerry was your typical assistant professor at the University of Pennsylvania. Mid-30’s, married with two children, dedicated to his job and completely inundated with bills. Mortgage bills, car payments, credit cards, saving for the kids’ weddings, you name it — and now Krissy, his wife of nine years, was bugging him for a new living room rug. And while they had a nice house in the Germantown section of Philadelphia, the couple was just making it on his salary and hers, which wasn’t much. Krissy was a clerk in a book shop and didn’t make that much money.
So he [read more...]
I take my profession as an educator seriously. I feel that I owe my students more than the mere contents of a History course. I feel I owe it to some of them to impart some knowledge of life, as it really is outside of the classroom. Because of this avocation, I have feasted on the firm, taut, nubile flesh of freshman coeds for years.
At 45, still fit, with salt and pepper hair, I’ve been a college professor for nearly 20 years, and in that time, I have sampled the hungry mouths, the milky breasts and arousal-hardened nipples, the [read more...]
Linda desired sex, often pleading with Dave for attention, however Dave seemed distant and disinterested. Linda began to wonder if she was no longer attractive or desirable. Dave would virtually ignore her unless she spent great amounts of time applying uncomfortable amounts of makeup, wore false eyelashes, kept her nails so long that simple tasks were difficult, and wore only the highest heels and shortest skirts. He demanded that she wear her hair unfashionably long. In essence, her husband demanded that she look like a hooker all of the time or he simply would not acknowledge her existence. She was [read more...]
Jenny’s Story – Part One: Lisa Takes Charge – By Marlboro Man
Lisa circled the bed slowly.
Jenny’s arms were firmly held to the bedframe by the shackles on her wrists. A broad leather strap held her body down on the bed. She strained to reach Lisa’s soft skin and lush body, but the younger blonde-haired girl held back just out of reach.
Both women were naked. Lisa held a large vibrating dildo that was covered with flavored KY jelly in one hand, and a leather strap in the other. Her tits bounced on her chest as she surveyed her [read more...]
I’ve never thought about writing a chronicle of my life before, but certain recent events have made me realize that I must trying to look back at my life to date in order to understand myself. I’ve lived, actually, two different lifes simultaneously. In one life, I’ve been a model student and, now, an attorney who is respected both for her legal abilities and her sedate, upright existence. In the other, I must admit, I’ve beome a shameless slut, a sex addict, fucking everyone I can. Until recently, I’ve been able to keep these two lives separate. Even though [read more...]
Our sexual trysts have been going on for three months now. I still pretend I don’t like what is being done to me but deep down I guess I really am a slut who likes to be used. I have entertained and pleased all three of them on six different occasions. The sex just gets better and better each time.
Mostly it is Susan who demands that I work late, if being a sex toy to two men and a woman can be considered work. I must have lesbian tendencies that have lain dormant for year because I have come [read more...]
I was not aware that my girlfriend had begun studying hypnosis, nor that she harbored ambitions of petticoating me. But I soon discovered that the combination of the two was dangerous to my masculinity. One afternoon I was sitting in my living room, listening to the stereo through a pair of headphones. It was a warm, sultry day, and after a while I drifted off to sleep. (Much of what follows my girlfriend–now my mistress– explained to me later.
Seeing that I had dozed off, Jennifer saw her chance. She replaced my music tape with one she had prepared in [read more...]
Dear Master,
Three days have now passed since my last letter to you. I hope you are not upset with your slave for not writing sooner, but I really have been unable to as you will see as I relate to you what has been happening to me.
The morning after our night with Gary and Bob was a rather uneventful one and we did little besides lay on the beach. This time, however, Nancy made me take off my top and lay out topless which caused quite a stir to say the least. I thought that surely she would [read more...]
It was only June and already it was hotter than it had been all last summer. School let out a week ago and all the rich kids from the neighborhood were at the country club pool, goofing around and flirting and catching rays. Though I didn’t live in the fancy neighborhood on the hill, my swimming skills had landed me the summer lifeguard’s job at the country club here.
It was OK — $7 an hour and all the eats I wanted from the snack bar. As I basked in the sun and kept a lazy eye on the half-dozen [read more...]
Over the next several days I fed Brenda a steady and unrelenting diet of sexual stimulation and fulfilment. It pleased me that not once during that time did she tire of it or complain in any way. I had brought a good supply of written material, primarily sexual fantasies, which I required her to read while I manipulated her body. I learned alot about her in the process and was increasingly able to know just what would push her over the edge submissively.
As I had anticipated, Brenda became more and more excited by humiliation and exposure and grew more [read more...]
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