Before I begin I want to thank my two favorite editors for their help, LadyCibelle and Techsan. Their editing and suggestions mean a lot to me and make my stories a much better read. * Awhile back I wrote a story about CSI, (Crime Scene Investigators) Jim Lee and Bobbie (Roberta) Burke. The story was Titled: Who Did It? At the time Jim and Bobbie were just...
"I've got a favor to ask you, Jim. A really big favor." She bit her bottom lip as she thought about just how to put it to him. She was at the end of her rope, didn't know what else to do, but even so, the plan she'd hatched was a bit risky. Risky? Downright audacious would be a better way of describing it. "I want you to sleep here tonight. With me. With u...
When Fran slipped in her cottage garden she was momentarily immobile, unable to get back to her feet she laid among the caterpillar cabbages she was just spraying. It was no good yelling for help because the neighbours were at work and her late husband insisted on the high fence all around for privacy, so she could not be seen either. He was inclined to ru...
This is another true story about our adventures in swinging. First a little back story. About 8 months ago, my wife and I were planning a threesome with someone we met on-line. (I have written other stories involving him.) A friend I have known since we were kids asked if he could come over the night Stan was supposed to show up. We told him he could but t...
This is Part 9 of the Survivor Revival Challenge, organized by Tara Cox. This is the story of Jim & Marybeth, and eventually others, of course. You can expect daily installments. *********** Eric arrives in Paris to claim his fiancé. Marybeth takes revenge. *********** Eric hadn't been able to sleep that much on the airplane. He had watched two movies,...
(The following story was originally titled "Never Saw It Coming" and was written by a pen name: Shakestare. I hope you find this edition more satisfying.) * * * * * Jane was eating her cereal when she heard her dad calling her name from upstairs. "JANE," he screamed yet again. "What dad?" she shouted back. She continued to eat her cereal. It was 9:30 in...
Again you may want to read the previous chapters before starting this one. A big thank you to Estragon for editing this story making it a much better read. * I started my revenge with Tony who was the black guy that had sex with Mary Ann. He held a knife on me and I sat there and took it, watching my wife have sex and him laughing at me. I followed him a...
Until now, I have kept my Lady Luck secret from the world. I will hide her no more. I am coming clean and declaring, loudly and publicly, that all the good things in my life came to me because of my luck, not hard work. I know my confession is inflaming the hemorrhoids of all the people who continuously preach the virtues of hard work. Hard work, they tell y...
Author's Note: Mistress Pepper and Sophie are "anonymized" versions of me and my slave-girl. The real me. All of my stories are (or should I say will be) my memories of a session with a sub. Thus, they are true stories. Only in this version details have been changed to protect the sub. I do live in Mobile about 10 months of the year (the remaining two I spe...
I am sitting on the side of my bed crying. Reflecting on what fifteen minutes of stupidity cost me. My story. I was married to a general contractor named Jim. My name is Harriet. I worked as an analyst for a big marketing firm in town. A new department head was transferred from another branch of the firm. His name was Marty. He was cute, funny, social an...