Where is that report I asked you for? I’m most displeased, Mary, that you didn't see fit to do as I asked. You said that your pants got soaking wet when you read my letter but you didn't say whether this was entirely because of any erotic content to the letter, because you were frigging yourself with your fingers or because you were sliding your black vibrator in and out of your moist pink cunt. Next time I ask you to tou...
It’s a stormy Autumn day in 1794. Salt spray assaults your nostrils, the wind tears at your hair, flecks of sea foam scurry down the side of your body and your cunt is full of the Captain’s spunk. You’re used to the pitch and yaw of the ship but no amount of tossing and rolling is going to dislodge you from your position as the ship’s figurehead... It had all started some fifty years earlier when the “Gilly Den” had been...
It was a warm summer evening and I felt a shiver of excited anticipation in the gentle grip of your hand as we approached the house whose address had been given at the top of the letter we’d received from the lady who’d answered our advert in the contact magazine. In my other hand I was carrying a discreet bag with our usual set of toys and lubricants. “I’m submissive”, the lady had written, “with my own toys and playroom...
It was one of those warm but blustery spring Saturdays when linen-white clouds go scudding across the sky, the skylarks spill their song over the countryside and the sun continues to smile his warmth over the fields. Not wanting to waste such a nice day indoors you’d decided to drive to a local beauty-spot and take a quiet stroll amongst Nature. Having watched the squirrels in the forest, skirted round the lovers in the b...
Despite being mid-February it is pleasant on the streets of Amsterdam and the nightlife is taking advantage of the relative mildness for the time of year. I have you on my arm, holding you close as I guide you carefully over the cobblestone back-streets where doorways are lit in red and bright coloured lights illuminate the scantily dressed prostitutes advertising their bodies for sale in the shop windows. Along with othe...
Last Tuesday was an immensely pleasurable erotic experience that I shan’t forget. I remember the kissing and cuddling almost as soon as we got to the room. We seemed to have the same needs and the lingering glances over dinner had conveyed and confirmed the unspoken agreement that we shouldn’t waste time. I remember us undressing. I buried my head between your fulsome breasts as you stood before me and washed my tongue ar...
