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I am a 60+ year old bi woman. Many of my stories, originate in memories and recent events in my life. All contain a combination of real and fictional characters with names changed as appropriate to protect the 'guilty.' They are memoirs spiced with a kinky imagination. I am submissive by natural inclination in most relationships, most often extremely submissive in sex. If you like kinky mature women I hope you will enjoy my stories and comment on what you liked and perhaps didn't like to help me improve. I apologize in advance if my stories seem to be just a continuation of my life journal. Where possible I will provide a reference back to the story that provides the necessary background and I sometimes, to better frame the scene, include passages from stories I have previously published. From my story OUTER BANKS As Charles and I climbed the stairs to my cabin he said, "I'll come by tomorrow to fetch Annie. I know her, I saw how she and Bailey were looking at ea

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My Strict Young Governess Ch. 04

августа 22, 2021

My Strict Young Governess Ch. 04 The Little Red Book By Susan Greenway [You may find this story more enjoyable if you read My Strict Young Governess Chs. 1, 2 & 3, in which the characters are introduced. However, you may also read this one and decide if it is to your fancy. This story involves severe discipline and bodily functions. If either of these topics bothers you, please do not read the story. All characters are well over 18.] Suzanne, my 25-year-old governess, had been living with my husband and me for a few months. The experience with her controlling everything I do has been exhilarating. I'm 45 and had been married for about 25 years but felt I needed someone to take charge of me, other than my husband. Ned was a good provider and great in bed. For reasons I probably will never be able to explain, I wanted a strict young woman to supervise me in all my doings. Suzanne had met the need, including the major need I have to be embarrassed and humiliated. She decided on

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My Old Friend Grace

августа 14, 2021

I'd lived on an Air Force Base in Shreveport, LA throughout middle school and was returning to the area (now in my early 20s) for a very brief business trip (the Midwestern fuel supplier I worked for was scouting out a potential new branch located further south). I'd insisted to my boss that I go on this particular trip, both because I knew the area and because I wanted to see some old friends from school. Well, one old friend in particular (who I'd already contacted and agreed to meet for lunch): Grace Norman. I'd always had a bit of a crush on her, which many in our social circle suspected might have been reciprocated. A guy can only hope. Grace had always been a pretty girl, and, I might add, one of the females in my class who had "matured early," but I wouldn't have expected her to look like this. Her attire had changed not a bit since I knew her; summer weather notwithstanding, she was wearing pink lululemon stretch pants and a white tank top. Her b

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