Continued from… Cuckold me (part 1) Katie slips her arms back into her top but leaves the buttons un-done, picking up the scissors and returning to cutting. The cape over his lap kept raising up so I assumed he was stroking his cock. When Katie noticed what he was doing
Rafael shared with me that he found inspiration on a rainy day, which brought him to write the piece below, and which he wants to continue with on those rainy days in Spain. In his own words he called this a more poetic writing. As always, I have translated this
It was about 2 years ago when I came home from work unexpectantly early to find my wife’s ex-boyfriends car in my driveway. At this time Katie and I had been married for about 30 years and it was a couple more before then that they had dated. He was
This is the third post in Rafael’s airport series, where he is sharing letters he exchanged some years ago with a blogger. He sent her erotic stories, and she replied with equally erotic letters. As before, I have translated Rafael’s Spanish text to English, using Google and polished it up
This is the second post in Rafael’s airport series, where he is sharing letters he exchanged some years ago with a blogger. He sent her erotic stories, and she replied with equally erotic letters. As before, I have translated Rafael’s Spanish text to English, using Google and polished it up
In today’s post, and the two that will follow, Rafael is sharing letters he exchanged some years ago with a blogger. He sent her erotic stories, and she replied with equally erotic letters. As before, I have translated Rafael’s Spanish text to English, using Google, and polished it up a
Content warning: This story might come across as incestuous, but is about sexual openness and innocence between different generations, stuck on a deserted island. Don’t read on if you’re easily offended, and but do keep in mind, this is a fantasy. Continued from… Fantasy Island (4) Barry looks at me.“Ahhh,
This image is from my early exhibitionist era. My taste for exhibitionism comes from my love for naturism and nudism. This taste was later translated into a taste for dressing up in my wife’s panties, until I started buying my own. I don’t know if this perversion can be called
