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Tanya woke up suddenly. Her whole body was covered in sweat. Her breath was fast and shallow, she felt like she had finished a marathon. She felt disoriented. She tapped her Samsung Galaxy S8+. It was 3:30am in the night. No notifications on Facebook or WhatsApp. A car whooshed by on the street. Who’s out so late she wondered. Her husband, Jimmy was sleeping peacefully. Tanya observed him for sometime. …

I wanted to show off my wife to other men. I wanted them to catch her boobs from behind, kiss her navel, smell her armpits, lick her clitoris, sleep with her, and hug her. I fantasized hiding and watching them secretly while they did all that. When we travel together by train, due to the wind her saree goes off place and her navel is exposed. Though I see it …

The only good thing about my job that I actually enjoyed was the sexy looking brunette who sometimes worked late at night back in the corner office. I knew her only by her name, and only then because of the fancy nameplate attached to her office door. “Janette Peters”, it read. I’d been a security, ‘Night Watchman’ at this particular advertising agency for nearly a year now. It was a …

Sandra, my dominatrix Personal Assistant, has gone on vacation leaving Fiona, her new deputy with the key to my cage. With Sandra away Fiona began to abuse the power and responsibility that had been delegated her. She delighted in hurting, threatening and humiliating me more than she would have dared when Sandra was around. And she used her power to show off to her colleagues and lord it over them. …

“Thanks for coming in, Jenny. We’ll be back in touch with you.” And with those words, I figured that was all I’d ever hear about the summer job I’d just interviewed for. I’d spent half the morning getting ready to meet the manager of Dustee’s, the little clothing boutique at the mall where I’d put in my application. And in about five minutes, the interview was over! Cindy, the manager, …

The beast’s lair was a full three days of travel from her city, but the journey was pleasant enough. They rode on open carts softened with hay-stuffed woolen pillows, and the late summer heat was mitigated by a soft breeze that swept up from the sea, sowing their hair and clothes with the scents of salt and the warmth of the olive groves that lined the hills below the road. …

This happened early 70’s when I was 16 . I was in disagreement with my Mum as she wanted me to go on holiday with her and my Aunt to a holiday camp for 2 weeks in the summer holidays and spending 2weeks with mum & aunt was something I was going to avoid at all costs and which I won but was informed that mum’s friend would pop in …

I was staring at her now, watching as she peeled down her shorts, slowly exposing her gorgeous ass. Her naughty bits were concealed by a conservative bikini. Her shirt was already in the pile of clothes at her side, and her big tits were being held snugly by her elastic top. I was lounging at her side in my patio chair, sipping on a margarita by our pool. My wife, …