/authors/jayne/Recent content in Jayne on Gromet's Plaza ArchiveHugoen-usThu, 10 Jul 2003 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2003/07/10/my-own-special-way/Thu, 10 Jul 2003 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2003/07/10/my-own-special-way/<p>“Shit”, a moment of panic struck&hellip;</p> <p>…Good fortune had allowed me an early finish from work, and as usual, I had rushed home to entertain myself in my own special way.</p> <p>My Own Special Way…?</p> <p>Well, though Sara, my wife knew of my transvestism and was very supportive.  She did not know just how adventurous I was when left to my own devices.  And having an afternoon off work was just the kind of opportunity I looked forward to, to explore the various kinks I had.  Kinks which I would dearly love to talk to Sara about, but I suppose like many others in my situation, I am embarrassed and scared of sharing with Sara the whole truth in case she doesn’t understand, or worse still, in case I loose the woman I love. Well&hellip;  this time I may not have the choice of keeping this afternoon&rsquo;s adventure to myself as I’ve just realised my big mistake.</p>/stories/2003/07/10/my-own-special-way/Thu, 10 Jul 2003 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2003/07/10/my-own-special-way/<p>“Shit”, a moment of panic struck&hellip;</p> <p>…Good fortune had allowed me an early finish from work, and as usual, I had rushed home to entertain myself in my own special way.</p> <p>My Own Special Way…?</p> <p>Well, though Sara, my wife knew of my transvestism and was very supportive.  She did not know just how adventurous I was when left to my own devices.  And having an afternoon off work was just the kind of opportunity I looked forward to, to explore the various kinks I had.  Kinks which I would dearly love to talk to Sara about, but I suppose like many others in my situation, I am embarrassed and scared of sharing with Sara the whole truth in case she doesn’t understand, or worse still, in case I loose the woman I love. Well&hellip;  this time I may not have the choice of keeping this afternoon&rsquo;s adventure to myself as I’ve just realised my big mistake.</p>/stories/2003/02/05/life-in-the-saddle/Wed, 05 Feb 2003 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2003/02/05/life-in-the-saddle/<p>It was a game I often played with my girlfriend, but since our split-up, outdoor bondage had been rare for me. This Sunday however, was to be different. I had spent all day Saturday tidying out the garage and one thing I found was our box of various bike saddles. Sara and I had developed quite a passion for bondage in all forms, and outdoor adventures were particularly exciting. One outdoor adventure that we had developed was cycling and I had created a variety of saddles for use by either of us when riding. When I found these saddles I was overwhelmed by the urge to have a trip out for old-times sake. I quickly changed the saddle on my bike for the special I had made. Up early on Sunday morning it was time to start my day out.</p>/stories/2003/02/05/life-in-the-saddle/Wed, 05 Feb 2003 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2003/02/05/life-in-the-saddle/<p>It was a game I often played with my girlfriend, but since our split-up, outdoor bondage had been rare for me. This Sunday however, was to be different. I had spent all day Saturday tidying out the garage and one thing I found was our box of various bike saddles. Sara and I had developed quite a passion for bondage in all forms, and outdoor adventures were particularly exciting. One outdoor adventure that we had developed was cycling and I had created a variety of saddles for use by either of us when riding. When I found these saddles I was overwhelmed by the urge to have a trip out for old-times sake. I quickly changed the saddle on my bike for the special I had made. Up early on Sunday morning it was time to start my day out.</p>/stories/2002/08/20/out-of-control/Tue, 20 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2002/08/20/out-of-control/<p>The following is a true story of actual events in my teen years, and if there’s an interest in hearing more, I can continue!?</p> <p>It was an act of simple curiosity, nothing more, nothing less I think, but the day I saw my sister dressed in sexy underwear, I knew I wanted to try wearing it also. I was 18 at the time and had two sisters, Rachel 21, and Becky 19, I always had to show my ID to prove I was 18 as I looked younger &amp; smaller for my age.  Rachel had recently left home to live with her best friend whilst at university. Becky had shared a room with Rachel before she moved out, and this room was all hers now. Things always seem unfair when you’re the youngest, and this situation was no different.  Becky had the biggest room with a spare bed for when her friends came to stay, and Rachel had left her loads of clothes and stuff when she moved out, some for keeps, and others that she could use ‘til Rachel finished university.  What did John (that’s me!) get out of this… nothing!</p>/stories/2002/08/20/out-of-control/Tue, 20 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2002/08/20/out-of-control/<p>The following is a true story of actual events in my teen years, and if there’s an interest in hearing more, I can continue!?</p> <p>It was an act of simple curiosity, nothing more, nothing less I think, but the day I saw my sister dressed in sexy underwear, I knew I wanted to try wearing it also. I was 18 at the time and had two sisters, Rachel 21, and Becky 19, I always had to show my ID to prove I was 18 as I looked younger &amp; smaller for my age.  Rachel had recently left home to live with her best friend whilst at university. Becky had shared a room with Rachel before she moved out, and this room was all hers now. Things always seem unfair when you’re the youngest, and this situation was no different.  Becky had the biggest room with a spare bed for when her friends came to stay, and Rachel had left her loads of clothes and stuff when she moved out, some for keeps, and others that she could use ‘til Rachel finished university.  What did John (that’s me!) get out of this… nothing!</p>