Dreams of a shoe salesman — October 29, 2020

Excuse me, sir, but are these…

The correct size?

How about an excerpt from My Pirate Wife? Our heroine, Evelyn has been captured by the Spanish. However, she is determined to keep the secrets of the English pirates. This has earned her a trip to the dungeon…


Glancing around the dark room, she saw one other crewmember. He held a cat o’ nine tails. Evelyn gasped and clutched her fist to her mouth.

“Don’t worry, that is not for you. But we never fail to get the information we desire from our pirate prisoners.”

She remained rooted to the spot, and the Spaniard pushed her deeper into the dungeon. A large wooden cross stood along one wall, beside a rack of whips and leather straps.

“I’m sure you’ve heard of the rack.” He waited until she finally nodded. “Ah, as big as this ship is, we don’t have the space for one of those. But there are a number of implements like the cat o’ nine tails.” The dungeon crewman had not spoken, but when Lieutenant Almeda nodded, he took a practice swipe at the wooden cross to demonstrate the whip. Evelyn jumped at the sound as the individual whip-tails struck the hard wood.

15578529_1745352419124586_6471234552779656536_n“When a prisoner refuses to tell us the truth, he is stripped. His hands and feet are bound to the wooden beams. Perhaps you would like to experience this sensation?” He pressed her forward until her belly touched the place where the beams of the ‘X’ crossed. He gripped her wrists and held her hands high, against the cold wood.

“Non, I beg you to release me,” she squeaked out, but did not anger him by struggling.

He held her pinned against the wooden surface. “Men are whipped across the thin skin of their backs, but we find that women are more responsive to a thick leather strap across their bottoms.” Releasing her wrists, his hands gripped her butt cheeks through the material of her skirt. “Bare bottoms.”



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Cabin Fever — Part 9

Did you get any tan lines this summer?

Show ’em!

From The Naked Sea in the Florida Keys:

The ‘Happy Jack’ is an unusual dive boat in that she resembles a speed boat from the ‘Miami Vice’ TV series more than a traditional scuba dive boat.  Captain Jack (yes, that is his name does not have a regular mate, but draws from the disorganized freelance pool, of which I am a member.  With this boat I get at least one day of work a week and this is sufficient to pay the bills.  With one more day of work per week on some other boat, I’m rolling in beer money.  When I’m not drinking beer, I’m writing science fiction stories.

“The girl is coming aboard,” Captain Jack calls to me half way through one afternoon’s diving cruise.    Jack is watching over the divers.  This lifeguard duty is the typical job of the mate; I would be expected to shed my clothes and dive into the water to help rescue anyone in trouble.  However, I’m busy shuffling scuba tanks for the next dive.  This tank shuffling time is the one time during the cruise that Captain Jack actually pitches in to help.  Watching is easier than moving the heavy scuba tanks.

We are currently moored to a buoy 50 yards west of the Bentwood Wreck.  The SS Bentwood had been steaming north in the Gulf Stream in 1942 when she maneuvered to evade an apparent Nazi submarine.  As was the custom during the war, she was steaming without lights and collided with a southbound vessel, also steaming without lights, which had also maneuvered to avoid the submarine.  The skipper of the SS Bentwood intentionally ran her aground on the reef to save the crew and cargo.  The basic structure of the ship was subsequently destroyed to avoid its being a navigational hazard and now she is an artificial reef and popular dive site.

“Mark,” Captain Jack repeats louder, “the girl is coming aboard.”  The girl of whom he is referring is a startling attractive young Chinese girl on her honeymoon.  She is from Shanghai and had only met her husband of this arranged marriage a month ago.  He is a Miami lawyer and while of Chinese origin, he is a US citizen.  The girl’s new husband is diving with a third-wheel son of another husband-wife dive team. The girl is simply snorkeling around the boat alone.  The divers are returning to the boat and she has started to board the boat ahead of them.  I abandon my work shuffling the air tanks and head for the stern to help her aboard.

She has already climbed the ladder and is now sitting on the wood dive platform attached to the boat’s transom taking off her fins and mask.  When she’s ready, she holds her two fins and mask with its attached snorkel in one hand while she uses the other hand to lift and twist around, to stand on the platform.  With my assistance, she will then step over the transom and down to the boat’s deck.  This was the plan, but it didn’t work out just right.

She had been wearing a tiny string bikini.  The front and back halves of its tiny bottom panty were fastened together with actual strings tied with bowknots.  I say she had been wearing the bikini.  The free end of one of the bowknot strings had become snared on a splinter on the dive platform and when she twisted her body to stand, the knot had untied itself.  She may or may not have been aware of the tug on the string, but in either case she could not stop her momentum, and when she stood the bikini bottom stayed attached to the dive platform.  Well, for a moment it remained attached, and then a wave rolled over the platform to sweep the whisper of fabric out to sea.  Thus, she is standing on the transom nearly nude with her closely trimmed black bush inches from my nose.

She freezes.

Behind her, two other divers have now arrived at the platform and are sitting on it, with their backs turned toward us.  They are taking off their masks and fins; in a few seconds they will be standing and turning to climb into the boat, and will be eyeball to butt with the naked girl.

Reaching up I grab her hips and lift her down to the deck.  As I am wearing a swimsuit under my shorts, I quickly drop my shorts and squat holding them on the deck for the girl to step into.  But, she is not getting the idea.  I’m kneeling on the deck, eye level with her pussy; a hint of pink peeks out through her black pubic hair.  I look up into her astonished eyes as she stands motionless.  Another second ticks by and I pick up one of her feet and place it into the leg hole on my shorts.  Now she gets the idea and she lifts her other foot as I slide the shorts under it, and then pull them up to her waist.

She is a tiny girl and two of her could have easily fit into my shorts.  She grips the waistband closed and I guide her to a seat just as the two divers stand to hand me their gear.

Later as I finish my final task as mate, cleaning the boat, Jack calls me over.  “Mark, take a look at this,” he’s holding a camera in his hand.  Looking at the camera’s tiny screen I see the girl’s small but nicely curved bare bottom, with me kneeling below her – looking up into her pubis only a couple of inches from my nose.  The picture is cropped so that the viewer cannot see that I am chivalrously holding the shorts for her to step into.  Rather, the viewer of the picture is left with a ribald perspective.

“This is one for the scrapbook,” Jack admires his photographic skill.  Reaching behind his logbook on a shelf, he produces a photo album and hands it to me.  It contains a couple of dozen photographs of nude and semi-nude women.  Some are posed shots, but some are candid like the new one with me and the Chinese girl.  A few of the pictures depict sex acts in progress.  Captain Jack chuckles with his new treasure.

“You should have seen her from my side,” I encourage him.


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Toe Tickle Thursday — October 22, 2020

Think she will give me an ‘A’…

If I kiss ’em?


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Her right foot traced up along my neck to my cheek, and then over to my mouth. Her toes came to rest on my lips.

“Hold my foot with your hands.” Blindly, I reached up and clasped my hands around her heel. “Now, kiss and suck my toes. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

Of course, I did as she asked. The big toe of her left foot slowly massaged the fleshy spot under my balls. I heard a combination of strange noises. There was the sound of some rhythmic motion, and moans from her throat. I presumed she had lowered her panties and was masturbating. If I opened my eyes, I would see her bare, womanly folds a mere two feet from my eyes. I would see her fingers inserted in her mysterious orifice.

Keeping my eyes shut, I kissed and sucked her toes one after the other. When I finished the row of five, I started over. This went on for more than a minute. Her moans deepened. I was on the verge of opening my eyes, sacrificing my butt to a blistering, so I could see her naked. So I could watch her masturbate. Surely, she was too deep into it to notice if I took a peek.

However, I was too deep into my submission to her will. I kept my eyes closed.

The character of the sounds changed. They took a sense of urgency. I could hear her panting breaths between the moans. “Oh, yes,” she moaned. Her toes flared backward, and I switched to kissing the bottom of her foot. I massaged it with my tongue and gently bit her arch. There was one final shiver through her legs; one final gasping moan, “Oh-oh.” And then, she was silent.

All I heard was her panting breath. She withdrew her feet.

“You can open your eyes now,” she said. Her feet were back on the floor with her thighs tightly closed. Whatever she had been doing was now concealed from my view. “You were very good, my little sweet. I will think of some reward to give you.”


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Red Shoes — October 21, 2020

Do you ever get that feeling…

…that feeling she wants to be spanked?

Teenage girl seeks older man to love and dominate her.

A recently divorced computer tech meets an eighteen year old girl as she begins her first job. Surprisingly she asks him out on a date. And then… Let’s just say, they hit it off.


I had been intrigued with her ample mounds from the moment I had watched her strip off her shirt. Most of my girlfriends had been medium or small breasted. I didn’t mind. “Anything more than a mouthful is a waste,” my step-father had repeatedly said. This was a bit surprising because my mother, his wife, was also well endowed. I had dated one girl, many years ago, who was well graced, but Lynn’s breasts were probably bigger.

She held her own hair, pulling her head back. With her eyes closed, her mouth fell open in a big ‘O’ shape. I wondered if she knew how to suck dick, but for the moment I concentrated on her mounds.

“Oh,” she moaned, as I massaged the thick, firm flesh through the thin fabric of her swimsuit. The material was unable to constrain her nipples as they hardened.

I wanted to pull down the top of her swimsuit, but it had shoulder straps. I would have to release her arms from the semi-bondage to accomplish the task, and I wasn’t ready to do this. Instead, I kissed the nape of her neck. I sucked, knowing it would leave a hickey which she would have to explain. It was somehow exciting to mark my woman. I caressed her belly as my hands moved lower. I cupped her Venus with my right hand. As I had expected, she her mons was a handful.

She opened her legs to allow me to explore.

I pressed two fingers under the elastic of the suit’s leg hole. She gasped as I tangled my fingers in her curly hairs. My cock screamed to be released.

“Daddy…” she whispered.

I could only imagine what fantasy was running through her mind, but I decided to get into the game.

“Does Daddy need to spank his naughty girl?” I asked. Her eyes fluttered. For a moment I wondered if she was thinking she had bitten off more than she could chew.

But then, she whispered, “Yes, Daddy, I need a spanking.”

I eased backward, guiding her to follow. When my calves touched the side of the bed, I sat down. I pulled her across my lap. I brought her arms around and pinned her hands behind her back with my left hand. With my right hand, I gently swatted her generous derriere. I concentrated on the pasty white skin which the swimsuit did not cover.

She moaned and wiggled. She tugged, trying to free her hands, but she did not try very hard. Had she been of a mind to escape me, she would have had no difficulty. Her writhing hips excited my cock into a full blown erection. I sensed she knew exactly what she was doing. What she probably lacked in practical experience, she made up for with her exotic book learning.

“Oh, Daddy… Oh, Daddy,” she moaned.


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Two For Tuesday — October 20, 2020

Now, these two girls appear to be having a great time.

Which would you like to be: the one on top, or the one on the bottom?

Two for Tuesday – this day was created for the ménage en trios.  I think this is my first scene with more than one woman. This excerpt is from Under Cover With Betty


Nude and erect, I return to the living room.  The girls watch closely as I pick up one of the paddles.  With my other hand I grip Collette’s arm and lead her into the bedroom.

I press Collette over the edge of the bed with her bare butt high in the air and her bare feet spread wide on the floor.  I place the paddle on her back as though this could magically pin her in place.  Going back to the living room I retrieve Betty and position her in the same manner beside Collette.

“You two were very naughty tonight.  That behavior in the bar will not be tolerated.”

With the two girls in the same bent-over position as they had been over the pool table in the bar, I begin to hand spank the line of butt cheeks in the same manner as before.  This time, they are nude and I use strong stinger swats.

13312859_10156900288205043_3364406525631607913_nThey squirm in their bondage and try to squeal unformed words, that I expect are pleas for mercy, through their gags.  I continue to hand spank them until their quivering bottoms have turned to a bright pink.

Then, with the fingers of my left hand I reach between Betty’s thighs and begin to massage the hood encasing her firm clit.  I don’t touch the super sensitive nub directly, but tease it.  With my right hand I give Collette the same treatment.  Her little nub is also stiff.  They press back against my fingers and moan as I stimulate them simultaneously.  I press my two thumbs into the two swollen and sopping wet vaginas. The two girls squeeze my fingers hard with their magical kegel muscles.  With their clits lightly pinched between my index and middle fingers, they begin to hump my thumbs in unison as they finger-fuck themselves.

In harmony their breathing changes becoming rapid shallow breaths – almost panting.  A feedback response is created as each one builds upon the response of the other.  The tone of their muffled moans becomes desperate.  They twist and struggle in their bondage as they climb up toward their climax.  Their warm pussies squeeze hard trying to hold onto my fingers as I pull them away.

“Not yet,” I say and their cries of disappointment are muted by their gags.  “You two have been bad girls and will have to earn your pleasure.”  I continue their spankings until their bottoms have regained a nice pink hue.


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Lazy Sunday Morning…

Kick back and enjoy…

Coffee in bed.

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In the Age of Aquarius and Free Love, a young man has his first experience with taboo of social sex. As he waits his turn, he recalls the sexual experiences and broken taboos which brought him to this moment.

A coming of age story about a young man’s dreams and experience with forbidden desires.


“Mark, I’m ready for you,” Diane Waterford said, through the closed bedroom door.

Gently, as if I might be disturbing a sleeping occupant, I turned the knob and opened the door. Having peered through the window, I recognized her room. It was rather small, containing a twin-sized bed, dresser, night stand, and desk.

Diane’s clothes were arranged on the desk chair as if it were wearing them. However, they were in reverse order. The bottom layer was her Oxford shirt draped over the chair back. The top layer was her bra. The shoulder straps were also hooked over the chair back. The gray tweed skirt she had been wearing flowed across the chair seat. Her white tights were on the chair seat, atop the skirt, with the legs cascading down to the floor where her shoes were. Her pink panties were neatly displayed on top.

The presentation implied she was now naked. However, sight alone could not confirm this. She was kneeling on her bed with the sheet drawn up to cover her shoulders. I could see her only from the neck up. For all I knew, she might be wearing pajamas.

“It’s your turn,” she wet her lips, “to get undressed.”

I lost no time in stripping. My cock was already standing at attention, waiting for my command to insert. With each article of clothing I shed, she allowed the sheet covering her to slip lower. When I dropped my shirt, she exposed her breasts. And, they were wonderful breasts. While not quite as large as the real Barbi Benton’s, they would make any woman proud.

As I dropped my underwear, I decided the fully erect cock was an asset in this situation, not something to be concealed. I watched her eyes fixate on the appendage jutting out from my groin. She let go of the sheet and revealed the triangle of curls below her belly. This mat of hair was slightly lighter in color than her blonde hair. It had a pinkish hue; I finally understood the meaning of strawberry blonde.

The curious expression on her face surprised me. The current situation attested to her promiscuity; however, I doubted the rumors about her excessive promiscuity were true. I wondered what favor Jocko had done for her to illicit this invitation from her. Yet, the fact Diane was hosting us was confirmation that she did not have a steady boyfriend.

This was my first experience with social sex. While these parties were still a bit of a taboo, in the Age of Aquarius and Free Love group sex was acceptable and not a reflection of extreme promiscuity. Even backwoods Montana had hippie communes where, as portrayed in the movie Easy Rider, everyone shared everything—everything. At least, those were the rumors. For my generation, this only meant Diane was a popular girl.

I stepped forward, and placed a knee on her bed. Her eyes were fixated on my jutting member. Perhaps my stepfather’s assessment of my woody’s size, and its effect on women, had been correct.

“Your socks too,” she said. “Please.”


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Saturday Spanking — October 17, 2020

In Love Under the Violet Crown, Dr. Julie Patterson is an alien anthropologist. She is on a quest to bring peace to the galaxy. In this SciFi / Historical romance, Julie and her scientific team are aboard the starship Wilhelm, orbiting the planet Maia-3 with its population of bronze age humanoids.

However, before the mission begins, there is some unfinished business to attend to…


While he was the commander of the starship, he directed the crew to perform the functions necessary to complete the mission as specified by Dr. Toller. Thus, he was technically subordinate to her while in public. However, once they were behind closed doors, the tables were turned. He took charge.

As junior members of the starship Carpenter, the two had been young lovers. Amy preferred Mario to her other boyfriends and had been smitten with him. Mario had been marooned on Corvus-3 as well. However, it had taken him months to locate Amy. During the battle with the Barbas, their relationship had bonded ever tighter. Unfortunately, after their rescue, the continuing war had separated them.

Their feelings for each other transcended space and time. Each carrying a torch for the other, they had remained faithful. Only six times in the intervening ten years had they been together during shore leaves. Amy held dear every second she spent with Mario. With her influence, Amy had secured him as the captain of her new ship, and now they would be together for the indeterminate future.

Amy sat on the couch and snuggled up next to Mario as she took a long sip of her wine.

“Yes, Sir.” She emphasized the word sir. “And what do you propose to do about it?”

Mario’s cock twitched within its confines under his codpiece upon hearing her submissive expression. He knew exactly what he intended to do, and he expected that Amy knew as well.

“I think twelve licks of the paddle on your bare fanny, for starters, should do it.”

Twelve,” Amy whined. “For starters?”

“Indeed, then we will see just how good a girl you can be.”

“Aren’t I always a good girl?” She asked the question coyly, emphasizing her use of their code word for oral sex.

Mario smiled and retrieved his paddle, crafted from genuine cherry wood and polished to a smooth finish.

“Mm, yes you are. And I love you for it,” he replied.

Amy gulped down more wine and asked, “You want me now?”

“Oh yes, baby, now.” Mario nodded.

Amy finished her beverage. As Mario stood, he gripped her arm and directed her to the foot of the bed. He bent her over the edge. The fabric of her jumpsuit had been skintight, but now it stretched extra taut across her rounded apple bottom. Mario delayed her punishment for a moment while he admired her butt. He had always enjoyed the extra curves that she had surrounding her hips. While not really all that prominent, the extra pounds on her otherwise lean figure gave this posture a distinctly feminine allure.

After giving her a loving tap, he applied a stinging swat to her right butt cheek and watched her flesh dance under the blue jumpsuit.


He smacked her left cheek with an equal stinger and his cock twitched with her moans. With slow repetitions, he pelted her entire derrière with stinging swats. He, however, avoided her tender sit-spots. He saved those for last.

“Ouch-ouch! I thought you said twelve!”

Mario stopped. He had passed twelve many swats earlier. “Indeed, I did. However, I also said on the bare. You evidently weren’t listening. Too bad for you. You’re not bare so these don’t count.”

“Oh, crikey! You didn’t give me time to get undressed,” she complained. Amy reached her finger under her collar and touched the small metal stud hidden there. Instantly, the taut fabric of her jumpsuit relaxed and seams appeared. Reaching behind her back, she opened the back panel to expose her bare bottom.


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