This is a continuation of my first story, "My Wife, Our Stories, Her Boss," which was imperfect in many ways, as is this. I'm really new to this and apologize for the amateurishness. I do think I have a couple of good ideas to investigate for those of you who enjoy this genre, and would welcome any feedback that would help me to make them better. Less helpf...
Author's note- this is something I thought up from my other stories and wasn't sure if it should be in the sci -fi section but, it still contains a female with a cock, so I will just hope my readers enjoy something different. All characters are over 18 years old. Transformation I go camping in the woods as often as possible because I like to embrace the...
One of the sexiest things I have ever seen in my life was to see a young guy's hand go up my mature wife's short skirt and between her ripe thighs. I heard her sharp intake of breath and realised that his hand had closed over her uncovered shaven pussy mound. In spite of her rather relaxed state, due to the rather large quantities of G &T she had consumed,...
Chapter 6: Dear readers, here is Chapter 6, although my submissions have been fairly close together recently this one took a lot more energy than I was expecting, it's good at the beginning but the ending is one I'm especially proud of, the last few scenes are especially torrid which wasn't expected (at least not by me), I've explored a few things here and...
My wife, Michelle, and I have been married for six years and I'm the luckiest guy in the world. I'm 50, and Michelle's 37 and scalding hot. Physically, her cheekbones suggest Nicole Kidman, but her lips evoke Claudia Schiffer. Her emerald eyes are all her own and she wears her auburn red hair in a flirtatious bob. Thanks to many years in the gym with real we...
My New Life at Work...First Week Continues Part 6 I arrived home that evening (Monday) and felt exhausted by the roller coaster ride we had experienced over such a brief period of time. It brought me great comfort that Master must have some good intuition as allowing me to get home and be in my wife's arms, his slut's arms, tonight was truly needed. Also, o...
Freedom Summer, they called it, the summer when three civil rights workers were murdered by a mob of Ku Klux Klansmen. It was the summer after The Beatles splashed on to the American cultural scene and the summer of the '64 New York World's Fair. It was the summer when Congress passed the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution, and and the summer before Lyndon Johnson's...
dear readers; Omega's Game is the joint handle of Stella_Omega and Joey'sgame We'd like to share an RP with you. We've edited it a little bit, because Stella is a grammar nazi -- the original can be read here if you prefer. ~Namaste!~ *** Stella I see Joey around here with some regularity; he seems like a sweet kid. He has a nicely athletic body, and...
I had just finished a run and was sloshing down a glass of pink grapefruit juice. Even the six-mile run couldn't quell my anger. I'd put up with a lot over these last couple of months, no more. This wasn't the first time I'd asked myself why Megan had married me. I wasn't a jock, fantastic looking, or had a twelve inch cock. I was just your average Joe with...
My heart was racing and I felt myself covered in sweat. My mind was reeling from seeing the picture of Mikayla and me dancing in the Sinatra book. It shook me to my core. Could it be possible that the machine had actually sent us back in time? If so, then the machine was much more powerful than a virtual reality simulator. The question was becoming how much...