The voice on the answering machine was stern and crisp. “Teresa, you’ve been very naughty and you will be spanked soundly when I get home, so dress accordingly.” Then a pause. “I also want you to tell me your darkest sexual secret.”

That was it, no goodbye, no other instructions. I was used to playing the naughty wife, but the confession part was a new and unexpected twist. I wonder if my husband had any idea what he was getting into.

I have been into enemas for as long as I can remember. My parents were firm believers in their usefulness for both medicinal and disciplinary purposes and I guess the attraction had just stuck. I used to sneak into my parent’s bathroom and play with the big metal canister and the black, hard nozzles whenever they went out.

As an adult, I had many lovers and relationships, but I never told any of them about my watery little quirk. Now my husband was asking me, no, ORDERING me, to tell him about it. I suppose I could make something up, like telling him I wanted to have sex on a commuter bus, but the fact remained that I had only one true sexual secret and a hot, soapy enema was it. (more…)

JoAnne (Jo) invited me over to her new house for lunch the other day. I have known her for about five years, but in that time, we have developed a pretty good relationship. No, it’s not a romantic relationship or a sexual relationship, just a friendship. But, boys will be boys and girls will be girls, and the hormones are designed to act together. So, it would be an understatement to say that I haven’t thought about fucking her. And, every time we get together, there’s always that certain hesitation that exists – the kind of hesitation where, if we were in a romantic or even sexual relationship, it would be time to take the “next step.”

Today, things were a little different. We’ve never had any problems talking about things and Jo was telling me how she was becoming frustrated – at the dating situation where she couldn’t seem to find anybody “nice,” and purely from a sexual standpoint. If I weren’t married, and that’s why we keep our distance, I’d snatch her up in a minute! Now, from a sexual standpoint, that’s just a pure animalistic thing. Sure, I’d fuck her and she’d like for me to do it, but we know better than to do that. I asked her about masturbating and she said that even that had gotten old. Then, I told her about fantasy and fetishes, and my collection of text and video. She was curious, so I elaborated further and told her about playing doctor and especially about how I love to use the rectal thermometer… (more…)

I turn my prescription in at the pharmacist’s counter, trying hard not to blush. As always, he is professional, but with a lift of the eyebrow over the horn-rim spectacles that tells me he has noticed my embarrassment and is delighted in seeing it so vividly displayed on my face.

“This’ll take about 15 minutes, Miss,” he intones flatly, turning his attention to the next customer in line with a final quirk of the eyebrow and a sardonic little grin.

Blushing furiously, I steer the tiny shopping cart away from the counter and cruise through the rest of the store. I figure 15 minutes will fly by if I indulge in a little shopping. The book- and-magazine aisle is uninteresting, save for the latest bodice ripper romance novel. I pick it up to admire the handsome, if overly muscular, male figure, naked from the waist up and frowning sternly down at the impossibly bosomy young blonde in his grasp. Her expression is halfway between horror and delight at being held so, and I feel a ripple of arousal at picturing their delightfully intimate adventures together. (more…)