******************************************* This is a continuation of the Private Game. The series is meant to be a standalone story and not as a prequel or sequel to any of my other stories. This contains my usual themes of wife infidelity, cuckolding, and voyeurism. The series is meant to be a standalone story and not as a prequel or sequel to any of my o...
It is Wednesday, my bowling night. Since Christmas is next Sunday, the league and the lanes decided on a Christmas Party for tonight, costumes optional. I was dressed as a Christmas fairy, complete with pink wings and a tiara. At the last minute, I decided to put a sprig of Mistletoe in my blonde hair, just behind my left ear. The dress I was wearing was li...
Disclaimer: all characters in this story are at least 18 years old. My name is Adam and this is my story of how I met a woman I loved like no other. Throughout college, I developed a fetish for married or otherwise unavailable women. Maybe it's better to call it an obsession: I was not attracted to women unless they were in a committed relationship. Proble...
Hotels. Luxury hotels. What do I love about them? God, I know it isn't phallic, their sleek shapes, rising into the sky. I'm not that immature. Am I? It isn't uncommon for me to go to a nice hotel, either here in the city with one of my boytoys, or in a faraway city when I'm traveling with my husband, which isn't common at all. But a giant den of luxury and...
*** Authors note: if you're interested in knowing more about Don and Jess then check out my series Love Burns. Credit to Philanthropist for the final scene. *** Hand in hand Don and Jessie stepped into the pub as a couple. He felt proud that she held tight to his hand. It felt like a promise. Upbeat Irish folk played over a sound system, so Don had to rai...
I own this little cabin up in the hills. Basically it's just a single room with bathroom and kitchen attached, enough for an occasional stay. I mainly use it when I'm trying to resolve a problem I've encountered in whatever project I was currently working on. Sometimes the peace and quiet lets me relax enough to either see a solution or point me to a method...
A few months later, Stan was in town again for another big convention. As before, he was the manager of the booth and the keeper of the corporate suite at the host hotel. The night before the convention started, Stan invited Tom and me over for drinks, at the suite. This was one of the best hotels in town. It was one of those large suites with a living roo...
It's mid afternoon and I stand at my kitchen window watching the young man work in my garden. There are certain advantages to having a great deal of money. Indulging my hobbies is one of them. My husband is rarely home. Wife seems to be my job description. Viewed that way as much by me as my husband. Somewhere around year two, when I complained of missing hi...
Give me a few paragraphs to set the stage, and then I will take you to a place you've only imagined. ************** I was thinking about our preconceptions about reciprocity as it applies to sex; about that feeling of obligation that most of us seem to have that says that each partner must reach orgasm, preferably simultaneously, for a sexual encounter to...
Later, they had breakfast. It was nearly 1pm; they had only been fucking for 3 hours! Bonnie was wearing only a white T-shirt and panties, not yet dressed for the day. When Jeff was eating his toast, nearly done his meal, she went into the kitchen, pussy tingling again as she got an idea. She came back out with an open jar of jam. “Do you want some jam?” sh...