The remaining school days seemed to fly by for Ian, and before he knew it, summer vacation was full upon him. He quit his job at the second-hand store and managed to secure a part-time job as a dishwasher to provide himself with spending cash. He enjoyed his days playing baseball with his friends, riding his dirt bike, and doing all the things that young men do, but it was the nights that were his favorite part of the day...

A distinguished client of our realtor firm was looking for a home in the area. The job came to me due to my customer service skills. This client is very important, and I must make a good impression on her. We talked on the phone a couple of times and agreed to meet and look at a nice house a few miles out on the coast. I agreed to pick you up and drive us there. Thirty minutes later we arrived. We took a long walk through...

Liv I walk down the hallway, spotting you at the party. I haven't seen you in so long. I swing my long hair over my shoulder, sliding up behind you as my hand slips across your ass. I pretend to act innocent while reaching for a cup of punch.  Leaning in to whisper, I say, "It's been so long. I took a walk down memory lane and missed so much." My hand trails up your back then away as a guest walks by. I lean in again. "Me...

I suppose to begin, my name is Ember, (at least for all intents and purposes here) and I have fancied silk and satin lingerie for as long as I can remember. I have been reading the stories and experiences of other authors for several years, I figured I would make an attempt to write about some of my experiences. The stories that I tell will be based on fact with a little fiction thrown in for the reader's enjoyment unless...

Apart from Natasha’s secret indiscretion with my brother over the next few months, the only progress towards Natasha actually seducing another guy in front of me was limited to a bit of dirty talk during sex. I had a feeling that she might be thinking I was all talk and would get jealous if it really happened, or that I might be jealously testing her to see if she was faithful to me. I was desperate to tell her that, not...

There were two sofas situated facing each other in the living room of the apartment we had at the time, and when we got home my brother sat on one while I put some low music and dimmed the lights and Natasha went to fetch my good whisky. I made sure I was done before her and then lay on the other sofa in the hope that Natasha would sit next to Mark. However, my heart sank when she came in and sat with her knees bent on th...

I have had a fetish for satin, especially blouses and skirts, for as long as I can remember and over the years it had developed to the point where I had begun to fantasise about seeing my partner seduce other men while dressed in a classy satin blouse and skirt. I had opened up to Natasha about my fetish for satin and silk quite early on in our relationship and within a year or so we had amassed a modest collection of sat...

Part 3 - Sister's Dilemma  It was early evening and David Cashmore lay on his back on his mother’s queen-sized bed. His mother, still fully clothed, straddled his naked body.  She was performing fellatio on her son, slowly sliding her tongue along his shaft and then lapping at his pink glans, sucking the drops of pre-seminal fluid as they seeped from the eye of his cock. She was in no hurry to bring her son to orgasm and...

Part 2 - The Massage  Michele hardly spoke to her son for the next three weeks.  She was ashamed and confused by what she had done and blamed David for it to a large extent.  As far as she was concerned he had cajoled her into masturbating him.   “God! What about if he brags about it at school!!!” she said to herself, worried almost sick. But she couldn’t control her desires or her fantasies.  She masturbated with her vib...

Part One - Michael and Michele  Michele Cashmore had raced home from work early to tell her son the good news.  She had not only been promoted; she was going to get a huge pay raise.  She raced inside their small two-story cottage and quickly climbed the stairs, her high-heels clattering on the wooden treads.  She snatched at the doorknob and flung open the door to her son’s bedroom. “David! Guess what? I got a pro…………..”...

Chapter 3 After I had finished my homework I came downstairs for dinner. It felt strange sitting at the table dressed in only in my apron and my cocquette. Aunty Jean was still dressed in her mauve satin blouse and white duchess satin pencil skirt, flesh-toned sheer seamed stockings and white high-heeled court-shoes. She had refreshed her perfume before dinner and her scent was delicious. My buttocks still stung a little...

Chapter 2 I crawled out the door and, still naked, I made my way down to the laundry to get a mop and bucket. After filling the bucket with warm soapy water I returned upstairs to my bedroom to find that my Aunty had gone. She had left me a note; it read: 'Wear this ... AND ONLY THIS!!! After you have completed your chores stand in the corner facing the wall and wait!' The note was pinned to a white satin apron, edged wit...

Chapter 1 It was 1959 and I was sixteen years old. My mother and father had died over a year ago in a car crash and after spending six months in a foster home my Aunty Jean had taken me in as her ward. Aunty Jean was forty-five and quite an attractive woman for her age. Her body was a little on the large side but she had large creamy breasts and stunning legs for a woman her age. She worked in an office in the city and he...

I’d explored my fantasies with a transsexual escort several times and after my last encounter, which was the basic girlfriend experience, though she did wear a corset and stockings with satin panties as I asked. She was very open to fantasy play I have long had a scene I’d wanted to play out and she seemed to be the perfect gentle dominant.Now my thing is dress up. My iconic Mistress isn’t the hard core type. She’s actual...