[In this story the characters experience oral sex, coitus, touching, and sharing. There are instances of married folk loving folk they are not married to, without cheating. I look forward to your comments.] The sun warmed my motorhome and by about seven-twenty the warmth woke me. My eyes opened and all I saw was hair. Soft, curly, auburn hair with the sunli...
Nancy was tired. Her work at the bank had been especially tough today. Just one of those days where she wished her husband, Doug, earned enough that she could stay home. She put her purse on the table and hung her suit jacket on the back of the chair. She would get changed later. She kicked off her shoes. Right now all she wanted was to sit with a glass of w...
Everything was perfect for Danny and Joy until their daughter Jenny, age 10, was killed in a freak accident. Here the story picks up ten years after Jenny's death. I've been writing about these characters for a long time and am pretty intimate with them, so excuse me if the story is too familiar. Sending them into this world of sexual transformation has been...
Author's Note: This story is intended as a follow-up to my earlier story "His Favorite Birthday" under the topic "Loving Wives". You'll see why I reclassified this one. * The morning after his birthday, Ross had quite a vodka-induced headache, but he was smiling as he made the coffee. Maybe it was more like smirking. The day before, his wife Kate had give...
Somehow I believe when a sexual fantasy is overly planned it takes much of the thrill and excitement out of it, at least I believe that now. The experience my wife and I had last New Year's Eve was anything but planned and the thrill of being only feet away, watching other men have her completely, was more excitement than most humans can handle... When utter...
The following story was inspired by a comment I saw on a music video. The story is set in the 1960s and I did my best to remain true to the slang and the technology of the time, even looked up the wages for the time, but I'm sure the history wonks may find an error here or there. That's okay, it's just a story. As always, constructive comments are welcome...
A September Day at the Motel It was a warm day in early September. The air conditioner in the dodgy old motel was doing its groaning, rattling best, but the temperature in the room was still approaching eighty. Lynette was lying on her back, her legs spread as far as she could get them as her lover supported his upper body above her on his elbows and pound...
"No, you stay there in case she comes home... and if she does, call me." Harrison grabbed his keys and took off in search of his daughter. Anxiously he pulled out of the parking lot with no idea where to look or who she could be with; all he knew was he couldn't sit around and do nothing. Who knows, he thought, I might just get lucky and find her in a resta...
This story belongs in Horror but not necessarily Erotic. It could go in different categories. There is violence in this story and some non-consensual sex. I want to thank my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for making my stories a much better read. * Part 1 The Story: I'm Ray and I work for the local Sheriff's Department in our small community. We usuall...
Chapter 1, Stolen Moments. One of the benefits being married to a young, female attorney making $165,000 a year at the moment with a far higher top end is you live well. You've got a nice house. New vehicles. Ethan Allen furniture. A basement entertainment room devoted to your favorite team. You generally have fine things and a comfortable life whether you...