My eyes scan the numbers above the seats. 25K, that is mine. I put my bag in the overhead compartment, sit down and try to settle in. When I first started to fly for work, a few years ago, it was exciting to be jetting around as a twenty-year-old. Now it is just a drag. A woman takes the isle-seat next to me. She is wearing comfy shoes, stretch denim and a blue and white striped shirt. She looks about forty. It is clear s...

For a few months, Vera was my sex-friend in a short and intense relationship. Even now, three years later, I often think back to those days. When I have time and want good solo-sex, I get lube and let my mind wander back to the time when things got dirty in the bathtub. But let me start at the beginning. My ex of all people arranged our first night in bed. After the breakup, Lisa and I still kept in touch, and one Saturda...

After showering, Lisa put on her new lingerie. She had just bought this little set and liked what she saw in the mirror. Her body was still in good shape at thirty-nine. Yes, she was a little softer in some spots than she had once been, but she knew other women would kill for her for her taut ass and perky boobs. The dark grey girls' shorts were comfortable and sexy at the same time, and the matching balconette bra made h...

Laura closed the door behind Tonya, walked back to the couch and crashed down. She smelled her fingers. Yes, it had happened! Finally, or maybe already, she had been laid by a woman again. She always knew this day would come, and it had surpassed expectations. Laura inhaled again. The fragrance was so similar to solo-sex, yet so much better. She stretched her tired body. God, this had been good. Laura’s thoughts turned to...

Condoms, lube and imported cigarettes ‘Liberté Toujours’ the package says. I check my pockets for these essentials and close the hotel door behind me. I take a deep breath and light the first Gauloises. Thank god I am back in a real city for three days. I walk down the street and enjoy the noise, lights, sharp dressed people and everything else that a country town does not offer. The money is good, but being stuck on a dr...

On the wall in the living room hangs a picture of a pair of black pumps. They are shiny with high heels. One is standing; the other one lies on its side.  It is impressive how the photographer has found a nice composition and play of light with such simple objects. For those who know, the shoes are a reminder that Tina is not only the caring finance admin her colleagues see. In code, the picture shows her other side. The...

Those who read my earlier confessions know by now how my relationship with L works. That you have read them, probably, means you have an interest in the so-called “cuck” lifestyle. Even if not, I am sure you know a large amount of porn with this theme is available on the internet. As you can imagine, I have a rather double feeling about these flicks. They excite me, but also remind me that L will sometimes make it painful...

I am in a dream, walking through a long corridor in an old mansion. A door swings open all by itself, and I step through it. At first, I think I am in a room, but there are no walls. The space I am in goes on and on into infinity. The light is low, and the air is filled with soft sounds of couples making love: kisses, moans, groans, and whispered words of excitement. There is a bed with purple sheets that is as endless as...

Navigating the Tokyo subway is not easy for a foreigner, but my phone tells me we are at the right stop. Somewhat nervous, I follow the arrows to the exit. I am five minutes early, so I wait and watch people rush by. I know I stand out at six feet tall with my white skin, yet feel anonymous at the same time in this metropolis. Right on time, a girl walks up. I am please how much she looks like her profile picture on the a...

The Friday after five drinks went pretty much as usual. Vincent and Mike were having one of their long winded conversations. They were harping on about the surveillance state and Edward Snowden. Kirsten wondered why she had joined. She could have known it would be like this, but she had really felt like a drink. As the rest of the group, she had more or less tuned out of the conversation. They all looked up when their new...

He has texted. The message is brief, “I am in need of release. Be here in two hours.”Immediately, I make myself ready, drive to his house, walk to the door and I let myself in. Following standing orders, I strip down to my latex shorts just behind the door. I am not allowed to wear more in his house. The latex is tight, and the base of the plug that gently massages my prostate pushes against the zipper in the back.I walk...

For those who have read my confession in part one, it should not come as a surprise that L has once again sprung a trap on me. This is not a complaint. As you know, I admire her deviousness and see my suffering as a tribute to her superiority. I know I cannot hold a candle to her bright sadistic mind. I write these confessions as a way to honor L, and to masochistically relive them.It was Saturday. L had left in the morni...

In many ways, I have a great situation. My wife has money, so I can indulge in my hobbies without worrying about getting a job. I can save some of the allowance she gives me, and occasionally buy the services of the Asian “masseuses” in town. The downside is her sadistic streak. It is not a physical pain type of sadism, but a ruthless twisting of emotions. She has a way of letting me know how much she enjoys sex with othe...

The weekend had finally come, and the kids were at their grandma’s. Laura’s husband was travelling for work, so balancing her job and looking after the twins had been hard work. Now though, everything was ready for four whole hours of self-care and pleasure.She went upstairs to the bathroom, took off her practical mum’s clothes and stretched. She had taken up yoga some years ago, ostensibly for health reasons, but mainly...

She took her final bow, and slowly walked off stage. Alexia felt energized as always after a good performance. She rushed to her dressing room. Would there be a present again? The first time it had been a red rose with a simple thank you note. Last week there had been a bottle of red wine. The wine had been very good. It was an expensive gift, as she found out when she tried to buy the same kind later. This time there was...