Alice slept deeply, and woke slowly, feeling happy and contented. It had been such a lovely day yesterday, spending precious time with Greg and seeing how their respective daughters bonded on their very first meeting. She took it as a good omen, all four of them getting on so well, having fun, like the happy family she'd never had. And then, after the youngs...
Note: you will understand this story a lot better if you read at least Part One first though I recommend reading all previous parts. ***** Chapter Nineteen Despite my successes with both Shelley and Inez, I hadn't found another opportunity where I felt comfortable attempting to introduce a casual acquaintance, much less a stranger, into one of my sexual d...
This is the first of what I hope to be many stories. The bulletin board got me started. I found that once I began putting my 'nasty little thoughts' down in print, my mind just got carried away. Some of what I write is a mechanism for personal therapy. As you read my posts and hopefully my stories, you will discover what can happen to someone raised in a to...
June Cleaver? My story starts off in much the same way as many, I suppose. A friend called me at work one afternoon to ask if we could meet for coffee. There was something he needed to talk to me about. Paul Jameson and I had been friends from high school. Although we weren't best buddies, we always got along well, and had socialized a lot over the years. H...
My story started several years ago when my best mate Phil and I were out having a quiet drink while our wives, Tina and Laura, were on a hen night. The conversation always turned to sex as we both moaned that we never got enough. Our wives used to take our moaning in good spirit as "typical men's moans." Anyway the conversation this night centred on our dro...
An early afternoon. Diane Lin ran her fingers through her long black hair as the warm water hit her face. She had just swung by her home to take a hot shower before returning to work. Mmm... Diane ran her hands over her small breasts. She could still feel the strong hands of the black man she had just pleased. His big cock had felt so good in her tight pus...
Chapter 2: Sarah Sarah's Tale Continued; March 1984. Early the following evening saw me back at the Weir house, which was in itself unusual; Dave invariably collected me from the Rugby Club where I spent most Saturday afternoons in the winter. Sarah answered the door to my knock and after a quick glance around the hallway I gave her a brief kiss and gently...
Meagan Jones looked at the clock at the bottom of her computer screen. The numbers read 8:13 on a Friday night. Wow she thought; where did the time go? She had returned late to the office tower where she worked after giving a presentation at a local high school. She worked for a nonprofit organization that helped troubled boys learn skills that would help t...
Amelia Jane Discovers her Fate At first I could not believe that it was Professor Jones that had walked into the room. My flesh crawled as he smiled down at me, bound helplessly as I was to the table. His left hand gripped my left thigh about half way up, and his mouth contorted into a humourless smile. "I see that you have opted for a shorter hairdo since...
I awoke to a faint clanking noise. It was my maid -- Melanie, I think -- taking the tray off my desk. She smiled apologetically for waking me. I just smile and told her that I was happy to wake up. I had had such a wonderful sleep. My weary bones and sore muscles were refreshed and aching to move. I wanted to walk, everywhere. I couldn't help but romanticize...