My Wife’s Birthday Present to me (i.e.: posing nude, while I was 1000 miles away from home)

Gordon says the story is the meat to this series of posts. I respectively disagree. Both the story experience and the images matter. He and his partner's exploration of this fantasy realized is powerful and provocative.

See the beginning here...

Fantasy Girls

It is advisable to look at these in full size...

PS:  This is not what Walt Disney had in mind.

Memories of Mary Part 1

Had occasion to do a service call north of my home town and reminded me of a wonderful encounter with a lady.

Mary had contacted me on Lavalife and we chatted for a bit over LL's chat program. All of a sudden she asks me if I was available that night...like right now! I was surprised because even though we both "met" in the Intimates section (or is that sextion) I was not expecting a woman of such yearning and need. It was mid-January and the roads were bad but given her need and my wish to fulfill her's as well as mine I relented. I drove up and after a bit of conversation and wine we, shall I say, hit it off.

Mary was in her mid-50s and since she lived in a very small town she wanted discretion so our sexual romance would occur on the weekends starting rather late at night. She never wanted me to stay over but we both were having our mutual needs met and it was not the type of relationship that would engender in me the desire to stay over. We enjoyed each others company in this strictly defined criteria and I appreciated her being so frank as to her needs in this regard.

Mary was a conventional lover. She had no real fetishes or preferences as much as she wanted to fuck and be fucked. And we did. Our window of opportunity was necessarily short as it was an hour drive there and back for me but what time we shared was wonderfully intense and, shall I say, productive for both of us.

On one occasion I wanted to "treat" her. I emailed her an invitation to this idea and she agreed. I only let her know it was a night of pampering for her. Keeping the details secret only led to greater curiosity and expectation for both of us.

On the appointed night I arrived and asked to have some time to prepare in her bedroom. I asked her to put on a slip and poured her a glass of wine and as she waited I set candles through out her room, set up some romantic music and lay out some massage oil (which I warmed), some artists paint brushes, and a small bottle filled with wine with a small pour spout.

Beckoning her I had her come into the room and put a blindfold on and proceeded to caress and kiss her body as she stood beside the bed. Slowly I lifted her slip and as each part of her body was exposed I kissed and caressed that area until the slip came off over her head. Kissing her gently I guided her to lay down on the bed and then taken the wine poured small amounts on her breasts and licked the wine off and then would kiss her mouth. Drizzling the wine over her stomach and then on her pussy I licked that off as well.

Her arousal was growing and sometimes it is very erotic to change gears to sustain the event. She was opening her legs and pulling me to her but I got off the bed and told her to roll onto her stomach. She did so a bit reluctantly but was rewarded with a massage using vanilla scented massage oil. I would drip the warm oil on the base of her spine and slowly massaged her back and neck moving to her arms and even her fingers. Then I massaged each leg and foot taking time to hold her feet together and use her arches to pleasure my cock.

By this time I wanted her! Probably more than she wanted me but that WAS not the plan. Pulling her legs I signaled her to roll onto her back and now the paint brushes and massage oil came into play. Before I proceeded though I felt my ministrations deserved a little recognition and standing at the side of her bed at the headboard I dripped some wine onto my cock and had her lick it off. Mary was great at head and her head moved naturally to suck me more but I restrained her and asked her if she wanted more wine. She said yes and we repeated this method of wine tasting for about 5 minutes.

Getting on the bed I kneeled between her warm soft thighs and dabbing a bit of massage oil on my brush I began to paint her nipples with it. Lightly I rubbed in the oil onto each erect nipple and the kissed and suckled on them. Her hands encompassed my head and she held me to her as her body writhed. I then proceeded to "paint" each breast with massage oil and then outline the area under each breast where the skin of the breast meets the beginning of her stomach. That line is very erogenous in my experience. The paint brush moved down to her pussy and I painted her lips and her clit. Using short light flicks of the brush I teased her clit and alternated this with licking her. She was writhing now and clutching at my hair and I stopped and asked her what was "wrong".

Nothing...but she wanted to fuck me and cum. I rolled onto my back and she smoothly followed my movement until she was on top of me. Suffice to say she did and so did I!

The Abduction of Liz

More photos of the amazing "Abi" available here...and here...

It had been an interesting day at work for Liz…

Someone had had the idea to have a '50s themed workday and all the staff was to dress up in clothing from that era. Liz had worked very hard to find the requisite clothing and when the day came she had a 1950s traditional nurse's uniform, hat, white seamed stockings, and shoes of the period prepared and she also decided to spice things up a bit personally by acquiring some vintage foundation wear as well. Not that anyone would know what she was wearing underneath her uniform but she would know and the idea of the gentle constriction on her body pleased her. Not only would it add authenticity to her costume it would also add a distinct sensual aspect of pleasure for her as she worked through her shift.

The thought of her co-workers looking at her outfit and not even begging to guess just how far she had gone to make it totally authentic excited her but she also had found that during her time looking for the pieces that made up her costume she realized how much she wanted to “live” the costume and make it come alive.

Liz went to work and she thoroughly enjoyed the way the nurse's dress slid smoothly over her body as the girdle she was wearing acted to slim out her frame and make her look more feminine than the medical smocks she usually wore. Several “Docs” [doctors] commented on her attire and she became conscious of men passing close to her as she worked. In fact, all this attention was turning her on. On her first break Liz went to a washroom that was relatively private in the bustle of her workplace and entered one of the stalls and hiked her dress up and began to masturbate. She imagined one of the male Docs propositioning her and leading her to the abandoned part of the hospital that was closed for renovations and him simply bending her over a discarded chair, hiking her uniform up and sliding her panties aside and using her. She felt her arousal peak and she came with a deep moan at the thought of her fantasy.

During lunch Liz sat with some of her female co-workers and enjoyed sharing stories of their costume collection process. She smiled at her secret knowledge of just how authentic her costume was and several of her staff members commented on her nurse uniform. She loved this attention and she took pleasure in her secret. And the attention she was receiving was not only from her co-workers. Over her coffee she noticed a man looking at her and she could sense his desire for her. She paused and looked again and she verified his gaze was upon her and very intent. Though it made her a tad uncomfortable she was pleased to draw the attention of another man who was obviously attracted to her or at least her in her retro uniform.

Later that day Liz was bent over a patient attending to a drip and she felt the attending doctor slide behind her using the pretense of watching what she was doing. She could feel the warmth of him against her ass and it reminded her of dances at high school were boy-men would become erect while dancing with her and she would revel in the wonderful sinfulness of this type of attention. This reverie led her to excuse herself and slipped into an empty room to enjoy a brief fantasy.

‘She imagined herself in the darkness of a high school gym dancing with a boy. At first they were both tentative and shy but eventually he pressed himself to her and she could feel him become hard. Slowly she slid her hand to him and rubbed the rise in his pants and she loved the way he moaned in response to her touch. She imagined the slow dance music wafting over her and how she would slowly slip his zipper down and enjoy his wide eyed look as she reached in and held his warm cock in her hand. Slowly she would masturbate him until he came in her hand and she would slowly draw her hand out of his pants and lick his cum off her hand.

In her fantasy she reveled in the idea of the word getting around that she liked to do this and thereafter she was never without a dance partner.’

Once she came she relaxed and calmed herself to go back to work. She had a slight smile of sinful satisfaction for the rest of the day...

At the end of her shift Liz headed for her car in the multi-story parking garage at her hospital. She noticed how her shoes made a clicking noise as she walked and she became conscious of the soft scratching noise that her hose made as she walked. The cool air swirled around her bare thighs making her smile at the naughtiness of her attire and she smile ruefully as there was really no one to share this with. Letting her hand pass over her ass she felt the small bumps that her garter belt made against the dress as her hand smoothed over her body. Pulling her keys from her purse she sighed missing the attraction of a man towards her and her loneliness for a partner swelled momentarily. The jingle of her keys broke her reverie and she bend forward to pull open the door.

Just as she got to the door she felt someone grip her by the elbow and the terse words, "Do as I say," pierced her consciousness. She was firmly guided to a car beside hers with an open trunk and firmly directed by to get into it and the lid was closed on her. Liz realized she had not noticed the car because of the distraction of her thoughts and she mentally admonished herself for being so inattentive. She heard and felt the driver's door open and close and the ignition spun the engine into life and off the car went. It sped into the early evening. Liz lay in the trunk which smelled faintly of engine oil and shifted her body to gain what comfort she could. Passing through her mind was the incongruous thought that oil might be staining her beautiful costume! The car jostled and swayed as it rode over the road and she tried to deign some meaning and direction from the road noises. The car would stop and she surmised that the car was at a stop light and she lifted her fist and pounded on the trunk. Suddenly the car veered right and drove rapidly and with a sharp bump and a skidding of tires, stopped. The door clicked open and thunked closed and then the trunk was opened.

She called out as the trunk opened but a strong hand smothered her cry.

“Stop that!” exclaimed her abductor and then she noticed the roll of duct tape in his hand. Deftly he ripped off a length of tape and used it to cover her mouth. She struggled vainly to get up but the suddenness of the stop had slid her body deeper into the trunk bed and her shoulders were pinned awkwardly against the spare tire. Her abductor used this to his advantage and pulled her roughly over onto her front and pinioned her arms behind her and tied them. She turned to watch and her ankles where bound and he rolled her so she faced the front of the trunk. Now he pulled her legs back and up to her ass and hog tied her so she could not readily move, let alone bang on the inside of the trunk to signal anyone of her dire predicament. She felt his hands on her chin and with a k-bar knife he cut a small slit in the tape over her mouth to assist in her breathing.

Thud! The trunk closed and then the clack and thunk of the driver’s door signaled her abductor’s leaving

The trip resumed and then turned onto a gravel road the car turned. It now bound over what Liz estimated was a poorly maintained gravel road and stopped. The door opened and she heard the trunk being unlocked. A command to close her eyes was given and the lid was raised and Liz felt a blindfold being placed over her eyes and she was helped out of the trunk awkwardly and left lying beside the car.

She wondered who it was who had abducted her and she felt a strange mixture of excitement and fear. The terse, curt commanding words her abductor used somehow tugged at a dormant part of her and she waited quietly for what was next. She heard him speak. He described how he had heard of the uniform theme day at her workplace, how he loved nurse's uniforms and how he had gone to see the women in them. He diligently described seeing her for the first time and loving how her attention to detail made him wonder about her imagination and somehow he had sensed Liz’s sexuality and how it she was expressing it in her dress. His description of what he suspected Liz felt like while researching, acquiring and dressing in the costume was so close it was uncanny. Liz felt flush and excited.

She was shocked by this. She was a victim of abduction! Yet the inexorable pull of dormant thoughts began to rise into her consciousness and she felt part of her rapid, shallow breathing was due to a mounting excitement mixed with arousal and fear of the unknown.

She felt a tension between her tied hands and ankles and then the release of that tension as her bindings her cut. Firm hands grasped her shoulders and lifted her into a kneeling position. She found herself opening her mouth!

Her offering was accepted by this stranger. Liz took his cock and gently sucked it and softly tongued his shaft and immersed herself in his pleasure. She loved him well and deeply and with an attentiveness towards a man’s cock that she had never experienced. Being blind folded accentuated Liz’s senses and tastes and she felt his hands caress your hair and his hips tighten just before he came in her soft compliant mouth. With a deep moan Liz accepted his seed and kneeled, waiting.

She heard a command to stand and Liz did so and then he directed her to stand still. Liz felt her abductor gather up your uniform by the hem and slide it up past her waist. A hand slid between Liz’s legs and pressed against her pussy and she found herself moaning in response. Liz opened her legs and felt for the man's penis and both enjoyed each other's pleasure as each rubbed and fondled the other slowly in the act of sexual discovery. She felt him kiss her for the first time – an aggressive, almost rabid, series of kisses filling her mouth with his tongue. His hands moved from her pussy to her neck and he constricted her throat and she felt a wave of heat between her legs grow and she moaned deeply. A hand released its grip and she felt the sting of the flat of her hand against her cheek and she fell to her knees. Her head searched for his heat, his wonderful cock, and found it and she moved naturally forward as she found the object of her desire. She took his semi-soft cock into her mouth and heard him moan with satisfaction and need and Liz found herself smiling inwardly at how her efforts to please this man resulted in an emotional and then a physical response.

He becomes rigid again and Liz wanted to feel him inside her. She rose, turned and reached out and found the trunk of the car and bent over presenting her body to him. Liz heard his guttural "Yes!" as he beheld her there in the half light of dusk. There Liz was:   uniform dress hiked over her hips, white stocking clad legs spread for him – for him! He reached between Liz’s legs and unfastened the hooks of the gusset of her retro girdle and she felt him lick her pussy for the first time. His tongue probed and explored and his hands fluttered over her ass exploring and gently slapping you. Liz moaned her need and desire and, moving backward slightly, pressed her body against her abductor's face.

"Fuck me! Please!"

A long lick and then silence, "Guide me."

Liz reached between her legs and grasped the man's head of his cock and moved him toward her wet pussy. As he gets closer she grasped his shaft and moved the head between her soft, wet lips and the man took hold of Liz’s hips and thrusts hard. Liz gasped and her body is moved forcibly forward into the cool hard metal of the car trunk and she found her hands and arms splayed over the trunk and he begins to fuck her.

"Harder?"

"Oh God. Yes, harder!"

He thrusts deeper and harder in response to Liz’s needs and fills her with his cock. Their bodies meld in a rhythmic motion and very quickly Liz begins to quiver and shudder as an orgasm approaches. The man senses this and thrust even harder and Liz gasps and then cries out as she cums. The man slows down his thrusts as she orgasms and sobs in ecstasy and then as he slides out Liz lets out a plaintive moan of regret because he is still hard and not fulfilled but he guides her to the ground and onto the fast cooling earth as the sun drops lower into the west and Liz finds she is lying on her back, legs open, expectant.

Liz feels him move in between her legs and then his cock is now rubbing her clit and Liz moans as the sweet remembrance of the last orgasm wafts over her brain. She cannot see him. But she can feel him. And she wants more and knows more is coming. She is a little afraid. Afraid of him: this stranger, unknown unto her, afraid of herself for she still feels the pain in her neck and from the harsh slap on her face. The gravel of what must be a country lane presses against her bare ass and she feels that cool air once again playing against her bare thighs.

She smiles and asks, "Why did you pick me."

"Because I could tell you would love being used like this."

And her abductor mounts her once again...

Black Dress - White Stockings

Anyone else find this damn sexy?

I had a wicked fantasy about my Realtor Barbara about this. I helped dress her for a formal occasion in a simple black dress, white seamed stockings, and only a garter belt and heels and then fucked her ass and let my cum stain the hem of her dress so she had a little secret to remember during her dinner.

Sightings

There is this female Realtor that comes into our store occasionally. She is always perfectly outfitted in her style of dress. Business skirts and blouses or a business dress matching perfectly. Perfect hair and make up. Perfect professional demeanor - an almost cold detachment to personal interaction but what is necessary to conduct business. She is about 50 with a 50 year old woman's body. It is not perfect but she is sexy to me. Her most obvious attribute (which she does play to her advantage) is her legs. Great legs.

Legs I want to spread open to explore and touch and saviour.

I had a fantasy about her last night. I was on a call to her house to fix her computer and her high level of professional control began to soften as we talked and I discovered that this hard headed business woman wanted to not to be in control all the time. She wanted permission to suppress that aspect of her personality sexually and she wished to do that with me. I told her to sit in her chair and asked if she had a scarf to which she replied with directions on where in her bedroom to find one. I followed her directions and firmly tied the scarf over her eyes as a blindfold and then sat opposite from her.

I let the silence grow until she spoke:  "What is going on?" she asked.

"You tell me," I countered.

"I," she began hesitantly, "am aroused and unsure."

Bluntly I asked, "Are you wet?"

She nodded slowly and I directed her to place a hand slowly and deliberately between her thighs and to let her desire take its course. Her hand slid slowly between her legs and she moved her hem of her gray skirt and her legs open until her hand was resting on her mound.

"You want to touch yourself, don't you," I offered and she nodded agreement. "Then do so."

She began to slowly let her perfectly manicured hands move over her hose and panties and I caught her in-rush of breath as she shuddered.

"You want to really touch yourself, don't you Barbara," I offered and she nodded slowly towards my voice. I got up and selected some scissors from her desk and drew the sharp blade down her thigh and pressed the sharp point against her mound, nicking her pantyhose and then opening the nylon into a small hole.

"Tear it open for me," I said softly in her ear and both of her hands reached down and she ripped her stockings open with one motion. Her pantyhose laddered down to her knees and her fingers slipped under the lace of her gray panties. She moaned and opened her legs more and I helped her to hike them over the armrests.

"Is that what you wanted," she wondered.

"For now."

I sat back and took in the sight of this controlled woman of business who needed to be given the opportunity to be a woman of pleasure. My silence and her lack of sight only served to arouse her more and she began to writhe as she petted herself.

"Talk to me," she asked. "Tell me what YOU want."

"No. Tell me what you want," I countered.

"A cock...your cock. In me...in my pussy..." she trailed off.

"And," I asked.

"In my ass. Yes. My ass."

I moved in with the scissors and gently arrested her masturbation and slipped the cold stainless steel blades between the gusset of her panties and snipped them open and let my tongue dip into her sweet juices.

"Oh my God," she moaned.

Fantasy

I had written a fantasy about my hair stylist and in it she wore something just like this. Maybe I will share it. Her skin was very close to the colour of this model's.

Rape Fantasies: Their place in one's sexuality

I often have rape fantasies about the men I like | Post Secret Archive

I often have rape fantasies about the men I like.

I think it’s because I want someone I secretly care for to want me

More than he can stand.

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I know that people often struggle with the concept of how their fantasies relate to themselves especially if those fantasies stretch beyond the artificial bounds of what that person considers "normal" sexual fantasization. It is a complicate and tricky area of self expression and actualization and some fantasies, like rape fantasy in particular, are fraught with conflicting emotions because of the nature of rape.

The operant word here is rape fantasy.What most people that do not fantasies about this realize that most people that fantasies about this do it in the context of consent. The rape fantasy if it is played out in one person's mind in isolation of others or between two people can be and is consensual. Please be clear: I do not in anyway condone or encourage the idea of true rape fantasy realization. I do, however, encourage people that have these ideas to explore the nature of the ideas fully and if they wish to keep them close and personal to do so. If they want to actually experience such a fantasy to do so with more than appropriate caution.

See... A tricky business.

In my case rape fantasization started in my mid-teens. In all honesty this idea was born out of frustration at not being very popular with the girls I was interested in and in the context of the apparent sexual conquests my friends may have been experiencing part (and only part) of my fantasy repertoire involved fantasies involving over powering women to be able to have sex. These fantasies would be in contrast to the romantic themed fantasies I would have as well. But knowing rape is more than wrong I felt a guilt to even having them.

Ironically it was my first girlfriend that introduced me to the realization of an actual fantasy role play involving rape. Please note I use the words role play here and I do so quite deliberately. The people involved consensually are involved together in the fantasy. They are, for want of a better word, actors. They shed the shell of conventional sexual ethics (not morality) and play a role for each other.

For Each Other. Not just for one of them. Obviously in this dynamic one person may be more inclined to want it than the other partner but we all do things we may not like for our partners all the time.

S approached me about a month after we both made love for the first time about this idea when we were making love. I was holding down her wrists and she started to struggle a bit and when I applied more force (and I was pretty strong being a football player) I realized I might be hurting her and also the physical containment of her wrists might be scaring her. I stopped making love to her and she assured me it was OK. Her reassurance brought for a conversation later about what had happened and it was during this conversation she shared with me her desires.

In this case it was ideal. I had fantasied about "raping" someone and my girlfriend had fantasied about being "raped" by someone.

But as with all things new the idea of gradual experimentation and the importance of communication comes into play. I have always counted myself blessed with having the relationship I had with S. She and I both had great communication regarding our sexual desires and the willingness to listen, talk, and negotiate our mutual fantasy realizations. Often our partners have several aspects of their sexual fantasization that they feel should be repressed and even hidden from the one they are involved in or love. This is a sad state of affairs especially if both partners are into the same types of fantasy. There's that word again: communication.

In exploring this fantasy with each other S and I did not push for it to happen. Gradually over the next couple of months we turned up the realization of this fantasy up a notch. It gave us a chance to play and get use to playing roles outside ourselves and become comfortable with this. I won't go into the mechanics of this in my case because it may be different for other partners and in no way would I have the temerity to think that my experience is a template for others.

I will however make this note of caution...

Fantasy realization is about consent and proper foreknowledge. I do not care how mild or wild your fantasy is but if you attempt to realize it without your partner's knowing consent (and TACIT consent does not cut it here) you are committing a rape. A rape of the mind and of the body. You are a user and the most despicable type of sexual predator.

So, if your partner is not into it...keep it a mental fantasy. Or, is it is THAT important to you move on.

Teasing Eric

I see you standing there. So still. I know what you are doing. You are teasing me. The teasing did not start at this moment of statuesque stillness. It started when you first sat on our bed sliding on your stockings for the party we were preparing for. It continued in the car as we drove to the party. Your legs crossed and hips rotated towards me with you hands sliding provocatively down your skirt to your ankles and up again. The tease of you alighting from our car while I held your door open.

Oh, you have been teasing me the whole time.

It was not the stockings or your legs that were the most powerful parts of your tease. It was your eyes. Clear, bright and defiant. You wonderful mouth smiled at me but your eyes spoke of pleasures to be had sometime in the future.

Standing there now before we enter the house of our hosts I want the future to be now.

My eyes cannot grasp your beauty in its entirety. My eyes trail from your white pearl anklet up the stocking seams of your right leg to the hand pointing at the shadow between your legs.

I have had enough.

Gripping your hips I push you protesting body to the left into the shadows of the trees in front of their house. At first your body resists and I can hear your heels scraping the cobblestones as you plant your feet down in resistance to me but my desire will be fed. I will be satiated. I will have you. Now!

Stocking Dreams and Other Tidbitties

Should have not fallen asleep!

Is that a horn or are you just happy to see me!

Don't fuck with ME Paris Hilton!

Look, lady, I TOLD you: You dress incendiary!

My HMO sucks!

Mafia House Wife

Not those balls! THESE!!!

Cherry Sauce is the new black.

I wish I could remember who to credit these to. Fantastic!

Part 7: Erotic Closure

Part 7 of my story Erotic Closure has been posted at Nylon Whispers. Part 8 will be coming soon!

The other parts are located:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Stockings as a Fetish

People are passionate about stockings.

I am as well. I shared some of my remembrances here .

It actually can be a bit difficult to conjure up in my mind all the wonderful experiences I had with my first partner. It was a time of exploration and growth on many levels and the memories are strong and kindly remembered by me. S and I were quite poor.

Well, very poor for a while. She had just graduated university and I was in college for a one year technical training course. School and work were busy for us and we lived in downtown Toronto at what is euphemistically called "The Track" which was bound roughly by Jarvis, Yonge, Bloor and Carlton Streets. We lived on Jarvis and the Track became very busy during the Toronto Maple Leaf games held at the Gardens on Carlton. The number of prostitutes would grow 5-fold and S had never seen a prostitute before we moved there. It was typical of her that one evening out on our daily walk before bed she asked me if it was OK to go and talk with one of the girls. I figured it would be alright but insisted that we pay her for her time since she probably had some expectation of being compensated since we were not customers and we would be taking off the street for coffee. S took this in and agreed but because we simply did not have the money we decided not to go forward with this.

Regardless of one's moral or ethical issues (or non-issues) regarding prostitution it is a hard life. The girls worked in all weathers and many were obviously subject to drug and other types of abuse. Having said that this exposure led to S and I playing out several fantasies where she was an in-call girl and I was a John. Invariably they would involve S dressing in stockings or stay-up and we would play out wonderful scenarios in our rather seedy and dilapidated apartment.

Visually our fantasy life was reinforced almost every night. Some of the attire was next to outrageous and some of it downright plain but occasionally a working girl would be wearing a mini-skirt and stockings with heels and this sight would fuel some ideas for our next fantasy.