There are far too many rules in life. We're oppressed by rules created by the rule makers wallowing in their mire to make our world a misery. They set the rules from the day we're born to the first day we're marched into school. They dictate the rules for which we live day by day, who we screw, how fast we can drive, what we can eat and how much hair we must...
~~~I know there isn't that much sex in this one but it is important to the story. The next chapter will more than make up for it, I promise. Hope you enjoy, and please vote or leave me feedback.~~~ The next week at work Sara ate lunch with Kim and some of the other girls. She and Kim were becoming fast friends. They talked about their night out and Sara was...
My wife and I regularly have friends over for dinner. Usually we wind up having a few beers while we laugh and joke about different things going on in our lives. This particular night my wife had a few too many wine coolers and was feeling pretty turned on. On several occasions she grabbed my crotch and ass when no one was looking. She made blatant reference...
Her hair is damp enough that even in this pale light it's two shades darker than normal. Its sweat-soaked strands cling to her back, weighed down upon her pale skin. She breaths heavily, but with a kind of composure. Even in this state of fatigue she keeps her wits about her. Never letting down her guard, not truly. She just trades the full mask for a smalle...
This is a companion piece to "Locktober Already", which introduced Marsha and Mike and their best friends, Jan and Ryan. While this story is written to stand on its own, better context can be achieved by reading "Locktober Already" first, or, to get the backstory, after reading this piece. Both are intended to engage the imagination of the reader. This is Ma...
I walk into our bedroom and my eyes take in the surroundings. The room is dimly lit with candles, scattered throughout, on the dresser, chest of drawers, night stands. The flickers of flames and shadows playing on the white walls dance and sway. The queen size bed has the covers turned down. Pillows are fluffed. There is some erotic sounding music low in the...
Three months later . . . He knocked on the door to her apartment. Mistress M opened the door and walked back to the couch without saying a word. She was only wearing a long t-shirt. As she sat down on the couch he noticed she didn't have any underwear on. He closed the door behind him and immediately began taking his cloths off, folding them, and placing t...
One weekend at the beginning of the fall semester, Claire is at the school still setting up the classroom. She texts me to come help her hang stuff on the walls. She asks me do that a lot because she can't hang them straight and I'm a lot more meticulous with it. The school is only a few blocks away so it only takes me a couple of minutes to walk over there....
The Tapas Bar and Grill, like the rest of the Capri Hotel, was small and cozy. Each table was candle lit and piano music played in the background. I stood frozen at the entrance. The cold from the evening air had chilled me, but even more, I was frightened. I took a deep breath, stepped through the entrance, and peered into the dim radiance. The restaurant a...
This is the forth story in a series about a man and a wife who participate in sexual liaisons with a couple of female neighbors, fulfilling the husband's sexual desires and reawakening his wife's sexual drive. * Jon and Linda's sexual adventure with their neighbor Christina seemed to have stirred some long gone (maybe never even present) sexual appetite in...