“Honey, can you come help me in here for a moment?” I heard him call from the garage. “Sure,” I answered as I came in. “Lock the door.” I looked at him with surprise. I knew I would be punished. I didn’t expect it now and in the garage. “Chose one,” he said, pointing at several rolls of extension cables. Most were the heavy duty, orange, outdoor type. Scary. I spied one that was a little lighter. Is lighter better? I wasn’t sure but I handed him that one. “Good girl. Do you know why you will be spanked?” “Yes,…

Bernadette is a 25 year old,5’2”,long hair brunette,petite,and cute. She looks like and dresses like a school girl with well developed breasts for her size.. She ‘s been asked for ID when ordering a drink. She is divorced and living with her friend and lover Ernesto. He’s 50 years old and president of a bank. He loves “Bernie” as she prefers to be called. He knows and understands her sexual needs. She is sexually adventurous.It's the seventies. One man is not enough for her. Bernie was looking in her pocket book. She found a business card that was given to…

Monday Ernesto is back as president of the bank. He was in Washington DC at a banking meeting. It's the 1970's and many things were happening. Bernie was working at the hospital lab with her friend and co-worker Lydia. At lunch the girls talked about what was happening in their lives. Bernie asked Lydia if her son David was feeling better? She said David and half of his class were sick with the flu. He is back in school as the other kids are. Lydia asked Bernie how Girls Night Out went? Bernie said she went to the adult theater…

It’s Thursday and Ernesto is in Washington DC at a Banking Conference. He will fly back home Saturday. Bernadette or “Bernie” as she prefers is going to Uptown tonight for Thursday Ladies Night. Instead of the club, she’s going to the Euro Adult XXX Theater alone. Lydia can’t go as her son isn’t feeling well. Bernie is a little concerned about being alone. However, the management at the theater is family owned and they don’t tolerate harmful behavior. She will be safe. Bernie checks in at the theater booth and the lady knows her. She asked Bernie about Lydia and…

Ernesto is a 50 year old Banker who is cuurently in Washington DC on a business trip for the bank. Bernadette or “Bernie” is his 25 year old live in lover. She is independent as she has a college degree and works at the hospital as a med tech. Bernie’s sexual libido makes her very active in her love affairs. Ernesto understands. In his absence this week she connects more with William who owns the Holiday Motel in town. He loves her as all her lovers do. She sees William after work. Bernie goes to the motel. William lives there…

Bernadette or “Bernie” as she prefers to be called, goes to see William after work Monday,Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday. Her sexual libido is at full speed. William owns the Holiday Motel and has an apartment there. Bernie just wants to fuck discreetly. It’s the seventies and young women are enjoying their sexual freedoms. William has what Bernie needs. Thursday night is Girl’s Night Out. Bernie loves that night too. Ernesto is a 50 year old bank president. He loves Bernie and shares his home with her. He also understands her needs. After Bernie’s trysts with William, she meets Ernesto at…

We both briefly spoke on our phones and hung up. Ciara put her clothes back on and I had finished getting dressed when she turned to me and said “If I promised to not tell my sister , or anyone and especially not Kenzie could we fool around sometimes at work?” I half smiled and she went on to say “I know you think I am hot. You like my pussy and my ass! You know you want to. Shit, I bet if I had bigger tits you would no doubt. Be honest just fucking tell me.” I paused a…

Bernadette "Bernie" is a young woman who never grew out of her change of her teenage sexual urges. This beautiful petite yet well developed lady with a teenager body cannot be satisfied by one man. Ernesto the 50 year old banker opened his heart and home to her. He protects her and loves her. He knows she is a "Butterfly" when it comes to her sexual needs. Meaning she seeks out other sexual relationships to satisfy her needs. His love helps her understand that at the end of the day she has a home and someone who loves her without…

Ernesto is a 50 year old single man who is a bank president. He is very much in love with Bernadette or "Bernie", as she likes to be called. She is 25 years old, petite, beautiful, and looks like a school girl. She was recently divorced, and Ernesto has her living at an investment property he owns. Bernie loves Ernesto. He understands her sexual needs. No one man is enough for her. Bernie is a med tech at the hospital. On her lunch hour (1970's) she calls from a phonebooth to a friend Freddy, on her break. She met Freddy…

They could hardly believe how well-preserved the Sexus Divinus was. Yet they simply knew that they were in fact beholding the genuine article. Pete very carefully took a candle from the hand of one of the “candelabras” and used his oil lamp to light it. After using that to light the other candles, he set it back in its place. Rennie picked up the book, and they sat down together on the floor directly in front of the altar. As one would expect, it was written in Latin. “Can you translate?” she asked, as they gazed down at the first…

Even with their heavy outerwear, they could sense the temperature of the air around them dropping as they went deeper into the Earth. They hadn’t had anything to drink in what they estimated to be at least two days, when they stumbled upon a wine cellar. All the bottles were gray with thick layers of dust, but who cared? They contained fluid! “Why don’t you choose a bottle for us?” Pete suggested. “You know your wines.” She didn’t spend much time deliberating before picking out a Bordeaux wine. They set their lamps and backpacks on the floor, and sat down…

While the design of the ossuary indicated and inspired respect for the nameless millions who’d been interred there, and reflected the tranquil kind of fatalism that the French seemed (at least to her) to be endowed with, it was also characterized by the occasional touch of whimsy. The beams of their LED lanterns revealed not only walls of artistically arranged bones, but sculptures, ornate iron gates, poems inscribed on stone slabs and archways, pillars built out of bones, oddly-shaped rooms, and even a fountain. And the creators of the catacombs weren’t the only members of the living who’d left their…

The search went on… and on… and on… until it finally reached the point of becoming more frustrating than fun, and one evening in their hotel room, Pete sighed, “We’ve been to Notre Dame, we’ve been to the Panthéon, we’ve been to every graveyard in this city…” “We’ve been to every above-ground graveyard in this city.” Knowing exactly where she was going with that, he quickly interjected, “Do you have any idea how many miles of tunnels the catacombs are made up of? It’s practically a ‘city’ unto itself!” Rennie was aware that there were stories of people who’d become…

It's 1974. My name is Tom. I'm 29 and my wife's name is Bernadette or Bernie as she prefers. She is 25. We've been married 7 years. Bernie is at lunch with Lydia at the hospital cafeteria. They work in the hospital lab. She tells Lydia she is upset that Tom told her he wants to transfer upstate with the state highway department. He said he loved bowling and there is a lot more opportunities for bowling up north. Bernie told Tom she wasn't doing that as she was happy where they are. She said where he wanted to go…

Chapter Two   “Do you remember that one day when we were out in the woods?” Rennie asked in a whisper. “When we were sitting on a blanket together, and I took everything off so I could feel the sun and the breeze on my body?” “Of course. I’ve never forgotten that.” They were back on the plane, and most of the other passengers were asleep. All the lights inside the cabin were off, but a few night-owls still had their tablets and e-readers out. Just a few minutes before, Pete had gotten a blanket out of the overhead compartment…

Chapter One “Shall we begin?” Mistress Isabelle asked. Rennie knew it wasn’t really a question-- and if it had been, it wouldn’t have been directed at her, but rather at Rennie’s husband. He stood watching as the Pro-Domme untied her and pulled her up from the chair where she’d been waiting, naked. Mistress Isabelle led her over to the only other piece of furniture in the room, a St. Andrew’s cross. She started to tie Rennie to it with hemp rope. “No,” Pete said. “She needs to be tied tighter than that.” The Mistress, startled and indignant, looked for a…

I grew up in the Blue Ridge mountains of West By God Virginia. When I was eighteen I was in the woods hunting squirrels one early October morning with my red bone hound, Rusty. We had been walking for a couple miles when rusty took off running and disappeared into the woods. I called out for him but he didn't come back to me. I tried whistling too but he still didn't return. So I started out in the direction he had gone. I walked for about a mile or so when I came upon a clearing with an old…