bangsandwhimpers

bangsandwhimpers

Welcome to you , dearest reader

You have stumbled upon an almanac encompassing incredible, hilarious and dreadful dalliances spanning ten years and counting

Some are bangs, some are just whimpers: it’s all here in probably way too much detail

Pull up your chaise longue, extend your legs, take off your pants and mix a drink of your choice

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bangs and whimpers

  • The Supply Teacher part 4 

    I had dressed for dinner but without a bra or knickers. My thighs are still sticky from excitement and my breasts throb silently from the binding. He won’t let me put underwear on. I slip trainers on and we head… more ›

  • The Supply Teacher part 3 

    For the next activity, we need to dress up. I take out my paltry suspender belt selection and fasten one around his waist. He pulls on his hold ups while I do mine. He can’t fasten his to the straps… more ›

  • The Supply Teacher part 2

    What I’ve forgotten to tell you is that he’s wearing ladies knickers and has been since the morning, when he boarded the train for his 3 hour journey. He’s found out one of my biggest kinks and gone and bought… more ›

  • The Supply Teacher 

    I have instructions. He has asked me to wear love eggs and a butt plug. It’s the first time I’ve worn either outside of the house, and the former ever.  We’ve had several Sessions of phone sex already : this… more ›

  • Mirror 2

    Many things go through my mind – “you know what to do, you have one”, “hurry up” “figure of 8”. She is smoother than me and I blush as I remember I haven’t shaved as closely as usual.  I start to… more ›

  • Mirror 

    I always worry about what to wear. Tonight is different though – I need sexy underwear and a dress I can pull off easily. It’s not that warm so boots and a coat are in order. Casual, but chic. I… more ›

  • His kink 

    He stands over me, looking down. I’m wedged in the bath, less body conscious than I thought I’d be. Damn my legs look good. He doesn’t have his cock in his hand like I expected but leans over the side. He’s… more ›

  • Another Turk 

    We are in a private members club, sitting almost at the bar because we’ve been told the back area is reserved for a party. He’d warned me that he’d be kissing me within 15 minutes if he wanted to take… more ›

  • The Architect 

    He calls me three times before we meet the first time – twice on the designated day. It’s sweet and a novelty but also freaks me out a bit. It’s just not the done thing for a hook-up is it? … more ›

  • Le Retour

    Four long months. We were both busy I guess. But it hurt. I craved him badly; other partners came and went but none could match him; no – us.  On the morning of our meet he texts me to say… more ›