He stood nervously by the dressing table as his wife applied lipstick. The room was silent except for the sound of his ragged, hoarse breathing. In the evening air, the distant sound of a car door slamming, laughter and a dog. He watched the lipstick move over her lips.

Suddenly, his wife was very sexy to him. She was wearing a full white satin slip with a froth of lace at the hem as well as at the bust line. Her hair was curled and shone as she had visited the hairdressers that afternoon.

The “do” had been expensive but it wasn’t every day that a woman…

As usual, he was naked in her presence with his rotund belly hanging over his groin. Middle age had not been good to him. Too many business lunches, cocktails and minimal exercise as well as a genetic leaning towards baldness. The mirror reminded him constantly that he was not worthy, that she deserved something better. Continue reading »

He watched her everyday.

It was a ritual. One coffee and one croissant, which he usually left half eaten for the seagulls.

Sitting on the resort terrace, sipping coffee and nibbling at the croissant, he watched her lying by the pool.

Watching her was part of his small ritual.

Exquisitely beautiful in an elegant but sexily skimpy red bikini, she lay on the white sun lounge and surveyed the world through her fashionable sunglasses.

Honey coloured skin, cascading thick black hair and red lips, fingernails and toenails to match the bikini. Continue reading »

Part 17: TOUCH!

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All the guests had arrived and Candace was quite pleased with the proceedings. It was obvious that all guests were stunned by the centrepiece and she enjoyed observing the shocked and titillated expressions on their faces.
All the reactions were quite different.
The men were embarrassed and a little humiliated as they knew their wife, girlfriend or partner was openly staring at the erect phallus on display and, of course, silently comparing sizes.
And, all of the males knew they would, in that comparison, come off second best!
The women could not take their eyes of that pulsing, erect cock! Some even licked their licks, a gesture that Candace found to be quite amusing.
One thought echoed in the minds of the female guests as they openly stared at William’s cock! It was huge and such a symbol of male power and yet it was subdued and controlled by the powerful Candace Bergman!
They admired Candace even more for doing things they dared not! Continue reading »

Martha was not a vengeful woman.

I’m not, she told herself silently, staring at her reflection in her dressing table mirror.

There was that time, though, that Martha partly cut through the laces of Lena Thomas’s tennis shoes so they would break in the middle of her championship match.

Lena had eliminated Martha from the finals, due to a bad line call by the linesman Lena was shagging at the time so revenge, in Martha’s opinion, was mandatory.

And now Paul had shagged Martha’s sister!

Technically, her step-sister but it was still a case of in-family shagging and that was, in Martha’s eyes, a definite no-no! 

‘I didn’t know he was with you,’ Sharon had protested and Martha had shaken her head sadly.

Eliza patted her husband’s cheek and he whimpered at the touch of her warm flesh against his.

‘Poor baby,’ she cooed, ‘so horny and so desperate.’

‘Eliza, please,’ Hunter said, his face covered with perspiration, ‘please untie me. This has gone far enough.’

‘It’s just a game, sweetie,’ Eliza smiled, her red fingernails trailing down her husband’s naked chest, Continue reading »

Angus, for Christ’s sake! Can you get the file I asked for?’

‘That is the Miller file, Mister Broderick,’ Angus said pointedly.

‘Not the Miller file! The Milton file! I asked for the Milton file, now get it. You did bring it, didn’t you?’ 

Mister Broderick looked keenly at Angus as if he suspected him of purposely thwarting his plans.

‘Of course, Mister Broderick. I’ll get it immediately.’ Angus hurried from the study, through the white French doors, past the pool and to the guest house where he was staying. Continue reading »

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‘You’re overdue,’ Judit Burchfield said calmly.

She sat behind a large oaken desk, one of her bodyguards standing behind her and the other stood at the door. Both wore black suits and sunglasses while Judit Burchfield wore an elegant summer dress that was obviously very expensive. It looked like she was about to go to a garden party at Buckingham Palace. Continue reading »

I was running late but what did I care? I was, after all, the guest of honour! Almost 2,000 of the rich and famous were sipping cocktails in the foyer of the building named after me, waiting for my presence.

It was an important event as I was about to name the firm of architects who would design the tallest building in the city. The competition was now down to two firms of architects and the press had been running hot with speculation. Continue reading »

The Executive Floor

I didn’t hear him at first!

Far too busy undoing his belt and pulling his trousers down around his ankles.

Then his underpants.

Pale blue with a dark waistband. It was obvious that a woman purchased the stylish garment for him as, judging by his appalling tie; he had no fashion sense at all.

His arse looked white and vulnerable and then he mumbled again.

I leaned over him, lips close to his ear.

‘Did you say something?’ Continue reading »

…but another chapter in the free story A Delicate Balance has been posted. You can find it here!

Some of the stories and previews suffered in the transfer from my old blog. Continue reading »

Part 16: Power and Politics.

Ms Bergman watched Britney and the Mayor slowly circle William. Britney could not keep her eyes from that wild penis – so taut, so rigid!

The small musical group played standards and William listened to all the noises, trying to decipher what was happening. Continue reading »

And the music played.
Although, the three young men and one woman found it difficult to concentrate on their music, they did manage to keep in tune, to follow the notes.
As they played, they glanced uneasily at William and then back to their music.
The young woman in the black and white dress found the sight particularly disturbing. Pressing the cello between her thighs, she tried to avoid looking at the huge, glistening penis that protruded from William’s denuded groin!
How could a man allow that to happen to him?
How could a real man want to be exposed like that?
Licking her lips, she sawed firmly at the cello, staring fixedly at the sheet music on the art deco music stand and tried to avoid looking at William’s glistening cock!
She could not help but wonder what such a cock would feel like, how it would fill her while she stroked those magnificently muscular arms…
Determinedly, she sawed at her violin. Her movements were thrusting and firm, while, under her smart black and white frock, her thighs were just a little sticky!
William listened to what he once would have called “old timers music” and tried to work out what was happening. He could also hear murmurs as the catering staff worked around him but he was still ignorant as to what was exactly occurring. It was surreal but he had no inkling what was in store for him! Continue reading »

Have sent updates to this story to BDSM Library twice and yet the webmaster has not included the new chapter in the last 2 updates of that site. Have written and asked why but my mails are ignored.

Think I should forget about posting stories on that site any more.

So, A Delicate Balance will be updated here only. (If you haven’t read the story, look in Stories – FemDom).