Wednesday, June 13, 2018

This isn't what it looks like


"Oh god, honey, you...you're home early...I...this isn't what it looks like," your wife says.

"You...you mean it isn't three guys about to fuck you?" you ask, stunned.

"No, I mean...not three guys...they...two of the guys are running late and...well it's supposed to be five guys fucking me...which it will...when they get here."

"F...five?" you said stunned, "but..."

"Listen, why don't you go down and wait for the other two guys and be a dear and show them the way up when they get here."


Monday, June 11, 2018

New Book

So I wrote a new book. This one is a bit different as the protagonists are both males.

A strong, dominant older man.

A weak, submissive, reluctant sissy.

The premise is that a college student gets an internship over the summer and, having little money, his professor arranges for him to live with an older man who agrees to put him up for the summer.

Well, his luggage gets lost, the older man suggest he 'borrow' some female clothes and, well, things go from there.

I'll post some links when it's live.


Friday, June 8, 2018

The Day


She's sitting in the corner when you come home, legs crossed; her dress is on the floor, she's just in lingerie.

"Did he...did you...?" you start to ask, stop, unable to say the words.

She looks at you, face set, impassive. Finally she uncrosses her legs, puts one foot up on a table, points to the crotch of her panties. "Come here," she says tone strong.

"Honey, I..." you start to say, stop when you see the hard lines of her face, know the day has come, the day when fantasy becomes reality.

Some things were just meant to be under lock and key


Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Blouse


A blouse so soft, so feminine, so pink. 

The perfect thing for a sissy to wear when she's around her wife's lover.

To remind her, to remind him, there is only one man the wife's life.

Questions

Dru asked, "Do you want her to start again later?"

Dru, part of me says no, part of me says it was a risk, especially with him. There is always the risk of a wife getting too close to her lover.

But part of me, a bigger part of me, says yes, yes, yes. Especially the beginning, the teasing, the flirting, the thrill of a new man.

Part of me loves the submission, the strength of a man, the comfort of a man taking charge in our marriage.


Saturday, June 2, 2018

Rules



"You're swelling again, sweetie," she whispered in my ear as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth, driving her dildo in and out of me.

"I...I can't help it," I said, "it..."

"Feels good?" she asked, triumph in her voice. "I told you, didn't I? But that doesn't mean you're allowed to break the rules."

"I...I'm trying not to," I defended myself, "it just..."

"Has a mind of its own?" she asked with a thrust. "Don't worry, love, we'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

"Please," I begged, "I'll behave. You...you don't have to lock it."

"Oh, but I do, lover, I do...I do..."

Thursday, May 31, 2018

Ever wonder why no women wants that thing?



Break

Just because she gave you a break from the chastity cage doesn't mean you're going to get to touch yourself.


Help


"Sweetie, I'm having trouble with this last garter," she called to her husband, "can you come over here and help me? I really need to finish getting dressed, he's going to be here any minute."

"Yes, yes Ma'am," you said softly, coming into the room, kneeling behind her, and fingers trembling, attaching her garter strap to her stockings. Done, you looked up, saw her looking over her shoulder at you.

"You're jealous," she she softly, half question, half statement.

"You...you look so pretty," you blurted out, your conflicted emotions tangling the words in your mind. Of course you were jealous, your wife was dressing to go to dinner with someone else, a man she knew from work, a client, in town for the weekend.

"That's what a man like him expects, sweetie," she said.

"I...I just...I don't know..."

"Don't you?" she asked, glancing down between your legs.

"He...are you...?"

"We might," she said, "if he likes what he sees."

She made sure he'd like what he saw, made sure nothing was left to chance. He knew she was married, but your wife was making it clear she was available, that she was his for the asking.

For the taking.


Sunday, May 20, 2018

Fantasies

I have a recurring fantasy about her blindfolded, sucking the cock of someone we know, left to wonder the rest of her days, every time she sees a man, was he the one. Left to ponder, every time a man smiles at her, whether he's just being friendly or remembering her wet mouth wrapped around his cock.

And I have a recurring fantasy of her making me do the same.




Friday, May 18, 2018

She said it's one of the things she misses the most about him.


Trying

"So I was thinking, if we're going to try to get pregnant by insemination and all we need is the fluid, not only don't you need to be inside me, there's really no reason you need to be erect, is there? I mean, could we do it without unlocking you? At least try the first month or two?"




Monday, May 7, 2018

Actual Google Searches

"pregnancy without penetration"

"pregnancy without ejaculation"

"pregnancy without male orgasm"

"pregnancy without erection"

Monday, April 2, 2018

The End...


Everything was too much; her dress was too short and too low cut. Her heels were too high. Her bra was too tight, so she had too much breast on display.

She'd fit in at a club, the right night out, but in a hotel bar, there was a chance people would wonder.

But that's the way he wanted it, he never wanted either of us to forget that she was his whore.

"I want them to wonder," he told us, "when she's sitting at the bar waiting for me, I want them wondering. I want her sitting there by herself, seeing every man look at her."

It had always been a thing with him, pushing her to the edge of comfortable and making her go just an inch further.

"You won't be there?" I asked him.

"Not at first, no," he said.'

"What if...what if someone approaches her?" I asked.

He smiled. "Then she flirts."

"But she..."

"It's a public space," he said, anticipating, "she'll be fine. Besides, you'll be there, across the way, watching."

"Watching?" It was going to be the last time and he wanted it to be memorable. For all of us.

"Watching. Watching to see if anyone talks to her, watching when I pick her up."

It was going to be the last time because she and I made a decision. A mutual decision. It wasn't necessarily a decision to leave him, but the decision necessitated leaving him.

We wanted to share our life. By making a life.

And that couldn't involve him.

He understood, it wasn't like this was something she hadn't thought about. Talked about.

But there would be one more night she was his. One more night she was his whore. A reminder who she...or we...served.

One more night. Then no more.

Two men approached her in the almost hour she was at the bar. Two single men, obviously men staying at the hotel. Business men, men in suits, powerful men, well off men. Single as in by themselves. I presumed they were married. Away. Looking.

I couldn't hear, only see, couldn't tell if they thought she was simply alone or something more. Something they could win over or something they could buy.

She flirted with each, flirting returned. Hand on a suited forearm. A return hand on her bare shoulder or back. A tentative hand on her nylon covered thigh. Ten or fifteen minutes each time, then the end, when attempted closure, the she was meeting someone.

Then he was there. More familiar, of course, not tentative. Not hesitant. Possessive. Dominant. Assured. Confident.

He ordered drinks for them both. Her third, though she'd nursed the second. Took the drinks to a couch, sat with her. He didn't look for me, knew I was there, but didn't look, didn't care.

The couch was low and she seemed, from my angle, across the way, to be all legs and breasts. From his position, there as no 'seem' as she must have been that, on display. And he didn't waste the display, touched her, knowing I was there, watching, possessed her. She ended up with the hem of her dress higher and the bodice lower, not obscene, but close.

When their drinks were gone, he led her upstairs, walked near me, almost by me, but kept her attention, a last reminder that while she was mine, forever, this last time they were together she was his.

Yes, I'm alive.

Things happened. Not bad. Not bad at all. Good, in fact. But things are different. I'll explain.

Monday, March 5, 2018

Lies


Remember when I said it wasn't gay if you dressed like a school girl and we sucked his cock together?

Yea, I was lying, sweetie, that's totally gay.