My husband Dan and I are both bisexual and practice what is considered a cuckold lifestyle. Unlike some of those cuckold stories I have read elsewhere on this site, our sex life is not about humiliation or demeaning each other. On the contrary, Dan actually gets off on seeing me with other women and men. He enjoys the opportunity to join in, but in those ins...
Derek Matthews was standing at the counter of his local cafe, tapping his fingers impatiently and looking around at the room full of empty tables and chairs. A young foreign guy appeared behind the counter. "Yeah, what can I get you?" said the foreigner in a strong Eastern European accent. "About bloody time, an' all," Derek grumbled under his breath, then...
Last Friday, something happened to me that I feel I must share with you and your readers. I am a graduate student at an Ivy League school, and with the workload that entails, I don't usually have the time to go looking for much adventure. But, this time adventure found me. My friend Mike and I had just finished playing squash at the gym, and while we were...
Ch. 4 A Call from Washington The next several days were busy at the lab and at the house, where Arthur and his crew were demolishing and replacing seventy-five year old utilities at a great rate. It turned out that Arthur also could deal with the wall problem, when they discovered it was not load bearing, and a deftly inserted glulam beam easily carried th...
Los Angeles Union Station was bathed in the soft orange light of dusk as I entered the huge concourse, headed for baggage check-in. I had my tickets for Amtrak's Train Number Four, the Southwest Chief, heading for Chicago, and was looking forward to spending almost two days on the train, seeing America from ground level. I had booked a Deluxe Bedroom, comple...
We had been out shopping at the local grocery store. I had parted from my wife, Sherry, in order to save time by selecting items we needed and bringing them back to where she was shopping in the frozen foods aisle. As I rounded the corner to the frozen food aisle I saw our cart, but not Sherry. Instead there stood a dark-haired, dark skinned woman dressed i...
*** The Ride *** Valerie leaned over the top of her bike's handle-bars to attack the steep San Francisco hill. Her legs and lungs burned from the climb. This was the hardest part of her Saturday ride, but with each labored push the stress from her week washed away. As she approached a cross street a SFPD officer put his hand up and signaled for her to st...
Anna woke early the following morning, her mind racing as she thought back to the events in the cinema the night before. She could easily recall the feeling of the hard floor against her back, and her hands still ached from the vice-grip she had on the plastic chair legs surrounding her. She could vividly picture the expressions of the voyeurs standing alon...
Harley thought of his wife, a beautiful, sleek-bodied Japanese woman - from Japan - with a mixture of longing and regret. His ex-wife, actually. She had left him two months before, declaring irreconcilable differences and her agreed upon portion of his fortune. Not much considering, but...there was a part of him that still missed her. Terribly. He sat alon...
My stories are in chronological order. I encourage you to follow along and read these stories in this order as a prelude to this one: I Hire Monica The Maid Monica's First Day as My Maid Monica the Maid's Three Hole Day I Partner with Linda, A Salon Owner I Massage Monica the Maid Hot and Sexy Business Opportunities I Become a Therapeutic Instructor...