This is a continuation of my last story "I Travel from Mexico to Las Vegas." Please read it first so you can follow along in chronological order. Thanks for your views and votes. ***** For the first time in about a week, I woke up in a bed with only my fiancé and me in it. No Monica, no Lourdes, no Kayla. No Susan. Just Catherine. It was my birthda...
Lisa owns a specialty shop that caters to a special clientele. She has to keep the business open 7 days a week to make them happy, but the profits make it worthwhile. Today is Saturday; Ron is over to watch the ball game. This is typical, for early fall. We watch on TV to avoid the heat of the stadium unless it is an important conference game. Lisa is tak...
CHAPTER FOUR: DRESS REHEARSAL Story so far: As told in Chapter One ('Setting the Scene'), Sam is a personal trainer to a married couple named Laura and Chris. Her training of them quickly develops from athletic to sexual instruction and soon she moves into their home and begins taking over their lives. In Chapter Two ('Assembling the Cast'), Sam assumes fu...
This view is stunning. The trees are incredibly tall and wide, coniferous, and there is a light mist filling the distance between them. I'm in the Pacific Northewest, somewhere. I climb out of the bed and wrap the silk sheet around me. Perhaps I will be able to see some other structures nearby from the glass. The wood floor is warm beneath my feet. Radiant h...
I had been back in Toronto for two weeks. Aiko had emailed me pictures and videos of her masturbating, and in teasing states of various dress and undress. She also teased me about coming to Toronto for her summer break. I offered her a place to stay, if she did make the journey. Heather and Jessica had anxiously awaited my return. They were eager to meet w...
I was finally doing it. I went to his room, stripped, folded my clothes neatly on the toilet lid and kneeled next to the door. I was giving up control just like I'd fantasized of doing a thousand times. I never thought I would really do it. Maybe I still couldn't but I was going to try my damndest. I was submitting, giving myself to Jason. ****************...
The new guy at work was utterly too chummy. When he'd show up in the morning, he'd slap me on the shoulder to startle me out of my deep concentration on accounting figures on the screen. "Hey buddy," he'd say with a warm jovial tone that made me feel like I was inside a teenager football locker room - or at least how I imagine the jocks would huddle around e...
Confidential information in this account of a failed USMC experiment has been marked [REDACTED]. Names have been changed to protect the Marines involved. Christen had her heavy seabag slung over her shoulder, but even its weight couldn't hold her down today. She had been reassigned to a new squad, but not just any. She'd been selected for a new program to t...
My husband had been dropping hints for several months that he'd like a set of professionally taken boudoir photographs of me for his 40th birthday this summer. He'd show me websites of photographers in the area and offer to pay. Most just seemed sleazy. I wasn't against the idea per se, we've fooled around plenty in the bedroom (and outdoors too) with a dig...
It was evident that Connie was much more interested in Laura than me but I still enjoyed the sessions where she invited me to play with along in their little love games. Laura and I had only had sex one time since she had allowed Connie to seduce her and begin exploring this new lesbian lifestyle. Though that was the case, I was still confident my girlfriend...