This story is fiction based loosely on people, places and events mostly from my life. I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one. I love feedback, comments, criticism and ideas for future chapters; it will help me improve my writing, enhance the story line, and encourage me to write more. Also, take a moment and vote, yo...
I was in Chicago for a couple of days of business meetings which usually also means a couple of days of extreme boredom in the meetings and being too tired to do much afterwards. Thankfully my company put me up in a nice hotel just across from the convention hall we were meeting in so after I'd finished for the day I figured I'd stop at the hotel bar for a b...
Chapter 8. The Epiphany I heard several female voices detach themselves from the general murmur of conversation and I became aware that several were in the room with me. I could barely move as it was so I didn't really try but I think I counted four voices. I also heard the sound of clothes being removed. I heard the unmistakeable snap of elastic. Surprisin...
I had fucked Peter some fifteen years ago and now I had just fucked his son, also named Peter. Both had been doing building work for me, the elder when I was married and the younger now I was divorced. The father and I had it when I was living in a large rambling house in Chigwell, just outside London in Essex. With the son it was at was at my duplex apartme...
[My Love, you give me confidence that I never possessed before. I haven’t always been this bashful. When I was very young, I never met a stranger. But abuse turns everyone into a stranger. It doesn’t matter who they are and how good they seem. The suspicion is always there. When will they hurt me, laugh at me, humiliate and embarrass me? Once trust is abused...
Alison's problem began when her relationship with her husband fell apart. Both were in their late twenties and had been married for 5 years, when she realised the magic had gone. Their sex, when they had it, was dull, monotonous, with her husband seemed to want to get it over as quickly as possible, which left her empty and unsatisfied. She wondered whether...
For those who have stumbled across this story for the first time, please be aware that this chapter may or may not have much or anything to do with the selected category. Many of the earlier chapters do fit more neatly into the exhibitionist area; please be sure to go back and start from chapter 1 if that is where your tastes lie. Now, standard disclaimers....
I was finally at his home. It was a great house in a very nice neighborhood in San Francisco. A quiet area with plenty of parking. That made it easy for me to stop my car right in front of the address, and look up to see the lights in the windows. It was an unusual place in a big city. Detached. The fog was swirling around in town that night as I locked my c...
As you let yourself into the house, you notice it’s dark. This confuses you as you remember that I had said I would be at home waiting for you. You check to make sure my car is in the garage. It is, and you sigh wondering what I’m up to now. Not bothering to look in the living room you let yourself into our room, noticing that I’m not there either. You walk...
I was an innocent second year college good girl when I first met Jaysin at a party. I really hadn't wanted to be there but I'd been coerced by several friends into being their designated driver. It was the dead of winter, a super cold January night, and I was standing, shivering, by a bonfire, trying to expose as much of myself to it's heat as possible while...