SALUTATIONS: The Joy of Giving!

SALUTATIONS: The Joy of Giving!

’Tis the season of giving, and we at Penthouse Letters are all about giving! For our fans who prefer naughty to nice, we give you “Domination & Discipline.” From nipple clamps to spanking, we’ve got you covered. For the reader who’s into writhing, sweaty bodies all commingled in one steamy heap, we give you “Clusterfucks”—the more the merrier, right? If three-way sex is more to your liking, we give you “Three-For-All.” As we like to say, three’s a party! We understand that many of our readers feel that giving is better than receiving, and we share that sentiment, which is why we love to give you all that you expect in Penthouse Letters each and every month. Of course there’s also much to be said for receiving—just ask the wild wife in this month’s “Spotlight!” This happy, horny humper is all over the place, giving her all and receiving her just desserts! And if that isn’t enough, our sister publication The Best of Penthouse Forum #159, on sale November 17th, gives you a cornucopia of titillating letters on the joys of anal sex, gang bangs, missing kink and swapping, just to name a few. We can’t stop giving! There are many more treats for you inside. We proudly give you the expanded Holiday issue. Enjoy! The...
Domination & Discipline: Though he wasn’t her type at all, he was still ripe to be dominated

Domination & Discipline: Though he wasn’t her type at all, he was still ripe to be dominated

I’m 28, and got into domination a couple of years ago. It’s easy, because most men think with their cocks. I usually pick guys about my age who are extremely well-built and really handsome. But recently I got new neighbors, with a short, wimpy-looking 19-year-old son, and for some reason I can’t explain, he turned me on. He was a college freshman—and a virgin, I figured. I turned on the charm and offered him a deal: I would let him drive my Porsche to school for a week to impress the chicks if he promised to be my slave for the weekend. He quickly agreed. Friday arrived and Devon showed up at my door right on time. I told him the rules: He was not to talk unless he was spoken to, and he had to do everything I said. If he hesitated, he would be punished. He...