I am nearly seventy and I have always wanted to indulge in some intense sexual submission. I decided to splash out a wad of dollars to hire an escort who would dominate and use me in the way I had often fantasised. Once I found an agency with a mature masculine guy willing to top me, I outlined the sort of interaction I wanted. So he knew the role-play in advance. When the escort arrived at my house, I answered the door d...

According to the rules established by her, he could only have three toys at a time, but it was rare when he got the chance to choose. So, when the opportunity came to his door, he did not miss it to use all of them at once, eagerness flowing like blood in his veins. He returned with stumbling feet, holding a beaded massager, a cock ring, and a ball gag, his whole body still quivering from the tease before, yet eager for m...

Mark and I had had a couple of flings down the years. We'd been into each other since we met, but circumstances never saw us actually get into a relationship. But we'd always got on, never lost touch, and - wow - the sex was hot. He was the first guy to really get me in the bedroom (or whatever room we were in!) and he seemed to 'fit' me perfectly. He knew exactly what I wanted and I know he found me a huge turn-on. He wa...

Jennifer is a good friend that had been going through a fairly nasty divorce. I had known her for many years and had always been attracted to her. She is about 5ft 1in tall and has a body that would make you take a third or fourth glance. She is beautiful in every way and her eyes are a crystal blue that seems to look deep into the soul, yet they convey a sadness that made me hurt for her. Jennifer is only 32 and I am alm...

You scared me when we had that tiff By storming out the door You told me that you hated me Don’t love me anymore   I hate it when we argue It always ends the same Both of us spit venom As we try to place the blame   Why do we have to fight Say all the things we said I lie here cold and naked now Without you in my bed   Why can’t we just agree To never scream and shout It really doesn’t matter now You’ve really freaked me...

Lily was a good girl. The type of girl who during school years had been punctual and well behaved, during college had not experimented with sex and drugs like many of her friends had, and as an adult, always paid her bills on time and worked her butt off for little recognition. At twenty four years old, Lily worked at small, local pharmacy. She handed out prescriptions and restocked shelves full of nappy creams, cough med...