The live oaks sheltering the drive from Charleston, and the willows that sit among them, always remind me of the south. Undoubtedly, there are roads much prettier near Mobile and Savannah. I’ve been on some of them, but the others don’t lead to Kiawah. For those that haven’t been, it is a quiet and charming island; there really wasn’t even a proper grocery store for a couple of decades. The houses are tucked away behind t...

The store clerk's warm hands secure blood-red straps around my ankles. The immense heels slope sharply to polished white nails. Seduction always quickens my pulse, knees drifting apart. Wider. Nothing but wet heat beneath the tiny matching dress. His eyes saucer. I chew my lip. Flash forward to porcelain thighs wrapping his bucking hips in the stock room, perched on boxes, our frenzied needs cresting. I'll stifle moans at...

The dining room of our suburban semi on a sprawling modern housing estate was dark, with the curtains closed despite it only being mid-morning on a bright October Friday. I’d taken the day off work for what I was going to experience at the hands of my fifty-one-year-old wife. I wanted it. I craved it with an almost all-consuming need, even more than Elspeth wanted to do it to me. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t nervous, esp...

Fridays had become my day for fun every week. For the last month at 8:00 pm, Molly and I would meet at her house for a weekly fuck session. She was truly an amazing woman. Anything I wanted to do or try she was completely down for. It was also set up so that we didn't even talk during the week, we just knew Friday at eight was our time. We also figured that less communication was better as her husband had less chance to c...

It had been another week from Hell, and Chad West was glad to be home. As he looked through the stack of mail that had arrived and discovered a new lingerie catalog among the bills and junk mail, he couldn't wait to look through it, but right now he had another need that demanded his attention. He shed his office attire and stepped into a hot shower. Once out of the shower, he dried off, shaved, and then splashed on some...

"So, Edna, may I play some music for you?" "I would love to hear you play something for me." "Oh, man, a Baldwin Model L, very nice Edna." I sit and play Greensleeves, an oldie from across the pond, England. I also play Chopin's opus nine number two, fantasy impromptu, a rendition of Moonlight Sonata, and opus ten number three of Chopin's etude in F. Needless to say Edna is more than pleased. "This is so nice, Buck," Edna...

That night I sent a text to Jake and told him that this weekend would be lovely and that I was looking forward to it. I still had to tell my husband some excuse as to why I was visiting my son in the city. Finally, I decided to tell my husband that I was spending the weekend with our son, and his girlfriend and I were going to spend the weekend shopping. I knew if I said I was spending the weekend shopping, he wouldn’t tr...

Copyright 2020 Christopher D.B. My black high-heeled pumps made a hollow clonking sound on the worn marble treads as I made my way up the stairs with the ornate iron railing. While my shoes looked like leather, they were from a discount department store and the label inside the uppers said they were all manmade materials. That didn’t bother me because they fit well and were comfortable. The heels were three and a half inc...

I never imagined myself being as outgoing as I was last Friday night. In fact, many would tell you that I lead a rather dull life. And at the age of twenty-two, that is a little sad. Oh, I have friends, lots of them. But when we hang out I am usually the last one on the dance floor and the first one to sit back down. I must admit, reading my own description of my social life makes me want to fall asleep. “Come on, Claudia...

I rinsed my mouth with water and toothpaste and splashed cold water over my face - it felt nice and refreshing and woke me up a little. It had been an exhilarating and memorable night and completely unexpected. I turned and walked out of the bathroom and switched off the light. I went down a short corridor, stepping over clothes strewn over the floor into the hotel bedroom. The large pale floor-to-ceiling curtains covered...

Grant returned to his room on rubbery legs due to his recent masturbation session. Clad in his sister's nightie, panties, and pantyhose while he masturbated gave him the most intense orgasm that he had ever experienced up to that time. He thought about the nightgown that he had worn, washed, and hidden in the basement and decided not to return it to his sister's room. Since his sister admitted that she no longer wore them...