Attractive collegue

that week i was going around to all the company’s PCs, updating
the network software; at one point i found myself alone in the
manager’s office with his secretary, Marseya. She has a lovely
precise, British accent, which contrasts in an interesting way with
her exotic asian looks; dark brown shoulder-length hair, her lips
ever pursed on the edge of a smile. Her dress-sense… neat?
neatness isn’t quite the word (although it would have been impossible
to describe her as untidy)… fashionable? i can’t see her as a
slave to the dictates of others when it comes to clothes; all i can
say is that what she wore accentuated her slight figure in a very
attractive way. Continue reading Attractive collegue

Secret fetish bondage

It all happened on a unusually warm night for December, in
1988. I work for a law office in the Capitola area, as I work on a computer
much of the time I often come in to work in the middle of the night. This
particular night was just one of the many that I spend sitting in my private
office tapping away at the keyboard. I was working on a secret project of
mine when I heard a noise, and it didn’t sound like any I had ever heard
before. I left my office. The atmosphere was quite sinister, I used all my
years of Chuck Norris films to make my way to the source.

I peeked around the last corner and saw quite a sight. Julie, a secretary we
had just had to fire was on her knees carefully sawing the legs of her ex-
boss’s chair. She was cutting carefully so that the first time he sat down it
would break and drop him to the floor with a mighty thump. I cleared my
throat with a carefully measured “Hrumph.” She immediately bolted
upright, quite surprised by my intrusion into her little game of revenge. Continue reading Secret fetish bondage

Bored babes

The mild winter began to recline into the arms of an anxious
spring. Jim opened the door to approach his car for the trip to
his office, as his nostrils were welcomed by the fragrance of the
changing season. His heart was light, and he had a bounce in his
step. The conversation that occupied the previous evening was
music to his ears.

Marilyn, a computer bulletin board friend had agreed to meet
him for the first time. She wanted to know more about the use of
hypnosis in sex. They had shared many thoughts on previous evenings. Some were simply warm and friendly, and others were
downright steaming. They had discussed everything from children
and pets to jumping one another’s bones. Continue reading Bored babes

Paying for sex

One Thursday night, Tim and I were home watching TV when one of my
girlfriends called. She had stopped for a drink after work and ran into
two of our old classmates from graduate school and she was calling to
invite me to join them for a drink and some gossip.
I was still dressed from work and hurriedly put my shoes back on and
checked my purse for cash. Of course, my liquid assets totalled $2.14! I
asked Tim for some cash rather than wasting time stopping at an automatic
teller.
Tim smiled and brought out his wallet.
“Wait a minute,” he smiled, holding his wallet above his head, away
from my open hand, “How badly do you need this cash?”
“Come on, Tim, I’m in a hurry.” Continue reading Paying for sex

The four of us

We were in Jane’s room. She had a single room right next to Sam’s
(that’s Samantha, not Samuel) and it became a hang out for the four of
us. Brain was pretending to be asleep on the floor, and Sam was trying
to find a ticklish spot with little success. I was sitting behind Jane
on her bed, massaging her shoulders and neck. A nice neck, Burried
under her long brown hair was a firm little body that delightedly held
some curves. She was enjoying the backrub and said as much.
Just then, Sam found a ticklish spot, and Brain sat up, saying Hey
now, hey, now… He was from texas. It showed. He patted Sam on her
blonde head. She had long silky blonde hair that would put a fur seal
to shame. She also posessed a the narrowest waist I’ve ever seen on a
grown woman, all the more amazing set amid her more than generous
curves. Continue reading The four of us

Sex With Amputee

A nice evening at her place, I thought as we got out of the
car. Good wine, a wonderful sex goddess, and a good dinner
lying happily in my stomach. What else could a man ask for?
“To fuck like crazed weasels!”, I muttered as I watched Jennifer
slink up the walkway, with her one flawless leg catching in the
light from the street light. “What’s that, dear?” she said,
pivoting to look at me. A flash of white skin caught the dim
yellow light where the stump I’d been thinking about through
dinner was. “Nothing, I was just muttering to myself. They
tell me the insanity isn’t anything to worry about unless I
start st-st-stu-stuttering.” Continue reading Sex With Amputee

What Gives You A Hardon

“I don’t want to start like that. And again…two, three, four….”
“Hold it, HOLD IT!” The Bandit held up a hand and waved frantically,
making disgusted faces. Zero raised an eyebrow at the spastic diplay, but
willingly shut off the tape recorder.
“Something the matter?”
“YES, God damn your oversized beak!” The Bandit glared furiously at
Zero, fists on hips.
Zero selfconsciously rubbed the bridge of his nose, which was quite
frankly a tremendously outsized appendage for the face upon which it rested, a
bit of Cherokee ancestry that wouldn’t have been out of place on a nickel.
“What is it? And calm down, you look like you’re about to explode.”
“You promised me NO cliches and NO stuff stolen from other people!”
“Well, of course not,” Zero replied, looking hurt. “But we haven’t
even started playing yet….”
“You know damn well what I mean!” The Bandit rewound the tape, still
glaring at Zero. “That ‘I don’t wanna start like that’ line is straight off of
a Robert Fripp song! Now, NO FRIPP!”
“It is? Oh, so it is.” Zero scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.
“It’s from the prologue of his first album, isn’t it? The one that leads
into–” Continue reading What Gives You A Hardon

Bandit Sex

The room was bathed in fanned rays of yellow light, the glare of the
streetlight outside the window only partially shuttered out by the Venetian
blinds. It wasn’t a terribly cluttered or fancy room; bunk bed at one end,
desk at the other, two closets and chests of drawers, mirror, and bookshelves.
The walls were grey cinderblock, and the floor was institutional brown tile, a
choice of a practical rather than esthetic nature. But that wasn’t to say that
the room had no character; far from it. It wasn’t easy for a lowly teenager to
make a dent in the Establishment’s effort to create anonymous conformity, but
it could be done. The center of the floor was covered by a huge Persian rug,
and the walls were adorned with Roger Dean landscapes: here an ethereal stone
staircase over a cloudy sky, there a desert island floating in the clouds, and
over there a huge mesa, a lake at its top, sheeting down water on all sides.
And there weren’t many other rooms in the building that would have had
furniture like that next to the desk: a keyboard stand with a small
synthesizer, a pair of boxy guitar amps, a beautiful old Les Paul on a stand,
and a hideously-customized old Rickenbacker bass beside it, a sort of
“American Gothic” with guitars instead of the old farmer and his wife. Continue reading Bandit Sex

Mike the shy guy

Mike is somewhat shy and quiet. He is married to Betty, a
vivacious, outgoing girl who likes to flirt with other men. When
they go to parties together, Mike usually winds up being
something of a wallflower while Betty disappears into the crowd.

Mike was actually enjoying himself. He couldn’t believe it.
Normally, he didn’t particularly like parties. He went because
his wife liked to go and he usually wound up in a small group
talking while his wife disappeared on the dance floor. But
tonight Mike was enjoying himself. Continue reading Mike the shy guy

Long Island Couple

I don’t remember exactly how you first approached me. I do remember the
business meeting when you first came in and I noticed how tall and interesting
you were. Not classically handsome, but striking. Such a welcome relief from
all the others. Your sense of humor and your incredible Dutch accent were all
so very intriguing. We were gathered in a small resort on Long Island, in the
dead of winter.

After the mandatory cocktail hour and the never-ending dinner we assembled as
if on command in the bar and that was the first time we had a chance to really
talk. It seemed no time before we were dancing, and you were asking probing
questions. I also remember you stroking my thigh under the tablecloth as the
V.P. was grilling me for specific information about my area of the country.
No fair, no fair, at all!! Continue reading Long Island Couple

Hoe Lustful Gal

As my friend D’Glenn likes to say….No shit, there I was. Sitting
in, of all things, con registration. It was the holiday season.
Funny, isn’t it, how people go “the holiday season”, and you know
which holidays they’re speaking of? It’s not Beltane, it’s not
Lammas…it’s “the holiday season”. And everybody knows it’s
Winter Solstice.

Okay, so it was the holiday season, and there I sat in
registration. I didn’t have to do this. I was a guest at this
con. I was providing these people with entertainment, free of
charge, except of course for a membership and room. Yeah, well,
that’s not the way we folk look at it. I wanted to give something
back, since I always got so much out of cons. Besides, working
registration is FUN. I was kind of tired at this point though, and
I was sort of wishing everyone would go away and register tomorrow.
I just sort of sat there, staring straight ahead. Continue reading Hoe Lustful Gal

Sex At Work

My first experience with sexual harassment on the job just occurred and
I can tell you I thorough enjoyed every harassing minute of it. It all
started when I changed jobs joining a large company and working for a
female boss. This was new to me but since she was fairly young and very
good looking with a great figure my mind went into its flights of
fantasy from my first day. Mary my boss is about 38 and stands 5′ 10″
and has a figure that runs 36 26 37. She is blond and has a way of
putting men at ease immediately. Mary wears fashionable clothing which
while not flaunting her obvious charms is quite seductive and sometimes
a bit revealing.

As soon as I was hired I was put in charge of the implementation of a
major accounting system with deadlines like tomorrow which meant plenty
of overtime and lots of problems. In addition management was overseeing
all aspects of the project with a microscope. One day while going to
corporate headquarters with Mary I noticed her deeply slit skirt had
opened up while she was driving and exposed her legs to her upper thigh. Continue reading Sex At Work

Hypnosis Sideeffects

When most people inquire about hypnosis in the bedroom
they are incredulous about it. It is not really a sleep, but
rather an altered state of consciousness or awareness. To give
you examples that each of us encounter in everyday life, I
believe the following will suffice. Have you ever traveled from
your home to work while your mind was on something other than
driving? You often arrive and don’t remember how you got there.
How about driving on a long trip in the morning after being well
rested over night? The road has an hypnotic effect on many of us,
and we seem to dose off. Continue reading Hypnosis Sideeffects

Cheating Spouses

Since graduating from college, Simon and Melisa lived with her
parent’s at their large estate in Rhode Island. Melisa, more than Simon,
wanted to move out, away from her rich father’s influence. Even though
he had the best intentions in the world, Melisa didn’t want her husband
conforming to her father’s conservative way of life, which she felt
Simon would if they remained living there. As it was, her husband could
be a real stick in the mud at times, and Melisa didn’t want him getting
any worse.
Her prayers were answered one day when Simon received an unexpected
job offer from one of his old friends. The sexy, but spoiled, redhead
used all of her charms and every trick she knew to coax Simon into
accepting the offer, which was no small accomplishment since her father
had a counter offer for a large pay increase and a better position
within his corporation for Simon. In the end though, Melisa won out, and
they moved away to Simon’s home town in northern Wisconsin. Continue reading Cheating Spouses

tortured by ticking

Are You Ticklish?

“What do you mean you don’t know if you’re ticklish or not? You’re
18 years old!” Bob had been dating Angela for about 2 months. She was
perfect – 5’5″, classic Italian looks, great body, great personality.
She was also the only child of a very wealthy car dealer in town, so she
was spoiled rotten, but had also been lonely most of her life.

“I just said nobody had ever tickled me, so I don’t know what it is
like,” she replied. “I’ve often wondered.”

“Your mother or father never tickled you as a child? Or anytime?” Bob
wondered. “No, they aren’t real touching people, so how could I have been?”

They were sitting on the side of Angela’s swimming pool. Boy, she
looked great in that blue bikini! Nobody else was home, so Bob had a great
idea. “Let’s go inside, and I’ll find out if you’re ticklish or not!”

Angela actually seemed sort of excited by the thought, and she jumped
right up and ran in the house. “Where should we go?” she asked. Bob thought
for a moment, then said “You have a four-poster bed, right?” She nodded.
“Go to your bedroom and pull the covers off of the bed, and I’ll be in in a
minute.” She ran off.

Bob went into the living room and found what he was looking for — a large
basket with long, stiff peacock feathers — and selected two of them. He
started upstairs, but then thought of something else and made a quick detour.

As Bob walked into the room holding the feathers in one hand, Angela
smiled, then asked, “Why is your other hand behind your back?” He answered,
“Well, since we don’t know if you’re ticklish, or how ticklish you are, I
thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt to make sure I didn’t accidentally get hit or
kicked if you started jerking around.” He pulled out the neckties he had found
in her father’s closet and said, “So, can I tie your hands and feet, just in
case?”

Angela looked a little unsure for a minute, but then agreed. “But if I
don’t like it, when I say STOP, I mean STOP. O.K.?” Bob also agreed.

Having Angela lay down on the bed, Bob tied one end of the necktie to her
right wrist and pulled her arm over her head to secure it to the bedpost. Going
to her left side, he did the same with her left wrist. He then repeated this
with both of her feet, leaving her bound spread-eagle and absolutely helpless.

Bob sat down on the bed next to her and said, “Are you sure you want to
do this?” She nodded her head, not quite sure what she may be in for. “O.K.!
Here goes!!!”

Taking one of the feathers, he started at her left wrist and began slowly
sliding it down her arm. She did nothing. He got closer and closer to her
underarm, until she should have been writhing in agony. She didn’t flinch. He
picked up the other feather and used both of them on her armpits, sides, and
stomach. Nothing. Not even a smile.

Now sort of disappointed, he moved down a little and ran the feathers up
and down her soft inner thighs. Her eyes widened, and she started to wiggle a
bit. “What is that?” she asked amazedly. “That, my dear, is the start of your
ticklishness.” He continued stroking her legs, and was rewarded with more
squirming and some laughter.

Tiring of this after 15 minutes, he dropped the feathers and gently took
a knee in each hand and began tweaking them. She jumped around a little, but
not much. Then he reached underneath her to grab the backs of her legs, and
did the same thing. Now, she went wild! While she laughed uncontrollably and
tried to pull out of the ties, he tickled her for another 10 minutes.

When he finished, she was panting and sweating and looked at him and said,
“I don’t think I care for being tickled. Untie me please.”

With a devilish look in his eye, he innocently commented, “But I haven’t
gotten to your feet yet!” She didn’t even want to try though, insisting he
release her.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Angie, but I can’t. I wouldn’t feel I had
fulfilled my duty to you if I didn’t help you find out if your feet were
ticklish or not!”

Pulling a chair up to the end of the bed, Bob sat down at Angela’s feet.
“You promised you would stop when I said to!” Angela screamed. “Sorry,”
was his only answer.

Taking a feather in each hand again, he began lightly running them up and
down the tops of Angela’s feet. Starting to get a smug grin back on her face,
Angela laughed and said, “Ha! Doesn’t do a thing. Now untie me!” Instead of
replying, Bob switched the feathers to the bottoms of her feet. Immediately
she regretted being smart-mouthed, and began giggling. “Please, stop. I can’t
take any more!” “No, we have to make sure you are really ticklish on your feet!
This is just the beginning!”

Taking the pencil-like tips of the feathers, he attacked her insteps and
heels without mercy, continuing for 15 minutes this way. NOW, she was begging
for him to stop. But still no relief.

Now he ran both ends of the feathers between her toes, creating a new wave
of chuckling and pleading.

Trying a new tactic, he found a ball-point pen and wrote ‘Bob loves Angela’
one each sole 5 times. “Oh, look. Your feet are dirty! I’ll have to wash
them for you!”

Going into her bathroom, he half-filled a bucket with warm, soapy water and
found a soft scrub brush. As he sat down, she realized what would happen, and
pulled even harder on the neckties, but he had tied her well.

Nearly in tears from the previous torture, she looked at him with puppy
dog eyes and said, “I beg you not to do this. Please?” He almost relented,
but something said “Why not?” So it began.

Dipping the brush into the water, he then brought it to the sole of her
right foot. “Still say ‘Doesn’t do a thing?'” he taunted. Holding the top of
her foot with one hand he scrubbed lightly but firmly across the arch, instep,
heel and under the toes of the foot, soaping it up good, but not removing much
ink. “This brush isn’t doing much good (although she had almost passed out from
being tickled so much) maybe I’ll try this nice sponge.” Thoroughly wetting the
sponge, he then applied that to her bare sole, again making her writhe and
scream.

Now he transferred his attentions to her left foot, with the same results.
She was getting tired, and crying from laughing so hard, so she just lay there,
occasionally jerking of jumping, but still unable to escape.

Her feet were now clean, and he produced a nice, fluffy towel to dry them
on. He then kissed each foot on the sole, each knee, each thigh, her tummy,
and gently licked and kissed each underarm (with the licking making her squirm
around and hoarsely whisper “PLEASE STOP”). Then he kissed her hard and long
on the lips and asked, “Are you mad at me for not untying you? ‘Cause if you
are, I can ask your feet instead!”

With a look of near-terror in her eyes, she vigorously shook her head and
said, “NO, I’m not mad!” Being bound and tickled for 2 hours left her limply
lying there when he untied her. He lay down next to her and began to caress
her face. “I think it’s time I help you find out if you’re ticklish, buddy!”
she exclaimed. He did decided it was only fair, and allowed her to tie his
wrists and ankles. He’d tell her later that he wasn’t ticklish!!!!