Watching my wife fuck other men has always been a huge turn on for me. I love the way she loses herself in pleasing other men. When we first got into the swinging lifestyle, we only had threesomes with a guy friend of mine. Then we tried threesomes with a female friend also. But my wife mostly liked to be with men. Soon she wanted to try other men, and...
Chapter 25 – A New Beginning When we arrived at the office the next morning, I was tense. I held Brooke's hand for the entire drive over. I held her hand as we entered the building and on the elevator ride. I held her hand as I turned the handle of the door to enter the office suite. I held her hand and led her through the door into the office. I was still...
Chapter 1 Okay, okay, let's get the laughs over with right now. "Short" career? Just how short is it? Ha, ha. Okay, ready for the real story now? My name is Marty Green, I work for an advertising agency as an account representative so I'm basically a prostitute. I knew you'd say it if I didn't. Anyway, its a fairly large office of a national agency and th...
Patti drove us up the main house in one of the golf carts and I was so nervous, I was shaking –and Patti noticed... Without looking as she steered the car up the winding paved walk-way, she put her hand on my bare knee, in a silent way of trying to reassure me that everything would be okay –but of course, I wasn't convinced as I wondered then for the first t...
Meanwhile Erin had arrived at the club in her towel to smiles from the staff - eager ones from guys and knowing ones from girls. She headed downstairs and lay on the couch, tired, and her towel came free, she just let it, exposing her naked body, and rested, half asleep instantly from the alcohol and lack of sleep of the day. She cared about nothing but rest...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ********************************* "Butt's up ladies." She walks behind us, feel her slap my rear as she goes by. Muffled sound of her hand being brought up...
Jean Marie...heh, yeah, that's a sweet little name that I'll never, ever forget—or better yet, escape. It wasn't that she was bad or anything—See, it was when I was younger, you know? Around eighteen. I lived with my mom, my older sister, and my little brother. She was a friend to my sister, Candie, of course... And man was she ever a friend to my sister. I...
It was Friday night and I was all alone, bored laying on my bed watching stupid reality repeats on Bravo. My roommate hadn't gotten home from work yet. We had plans for the weekend but my heart just wasn't in it. I really wanted to do something different. Out of the ordinary. And I was horny. As a gay man, I have no attraction whatsoever to other gay men. I...
I started this a long time ago. I've finished it up and hope you enjoy it. It's a little different than my other work. You know you want me. You've been thinking about me ever since you saw me. I'm the cute young mother with gorgeous breasts you saw at the mall. I'm the fit looking soccer mom at the grocery store with the perfect ass. I'm the elegant cou...
It's a curious thing, gay literature. It has, over the years, been the most difficult of books for me to read. Gore Vidal, Tennessee Williams, even Gordon Merrick (remember him?) and scores of other gay or bi writers seem defeated before they started. Excellent as Vidal and Williams and John Rechy can be, there is this terrible undercurrent or not so undercu...