This is a copyrighted original work by the author. All rights reserved. I want to thank to Mark B for editing and helping me with this story. All characters featured herein are at least eighteen years of age, even if not expressly stated. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Thanks, Dean ***** Have you ever...
I woke sometime later, sweating and shaking, to the sound of rain outside that had now gotten considerably softer, and to the feeling of a swelling orgasm originating between my thighs. There was not much I could do, except arch my back in pleasure and enjoy the feeling of fingers plunging inside me at a fast pace – into both my holes, I noticed with weak su...
After five years of marriage, my husband had matured into a quiet, home-loving man and that suited me perfectly. Although our jobs meant that we had a bit of 'socialising' to do, his idea of heaven was to spend an evening curled up on our large couch, enjoying a couple of beers and watching the sports channel while I sat in the armchair marking my pupils' wo...
The motel was new but the room was small. In addition to the bed, there was a television and a chair in front of a small desk, cluttered with menus from nearby restaurants. I hung our jackets in the closet and pulled out the chair for Huley to be seated. Kneeling, I unlaced the boots, and then removed the heavy wool socks. Her toenails were painted a shade o...
The card table sat in the middle of the living room as they prepared to play. A deck of cards sat in the middle, a six pack on one side along with 2 ash trays and a full pack of smokes. It had been a long time since they played this game but it was actually his wife that suggest they get back into a regular Saturday night game. "Tammy, you did remember it i...
Author note: I left the names out of this story to protect real individuals, and the two names I used, are pseudonyms. This story felt good to get off my chest and was much less fiction than I care to admit. I hope it doesn't bother anyone that I left out my GF's name in this story, and simply refer to her as GF. ***** I think in any relationship there is...
"Twenty-one ways to Train a College Slave: A Manifesto and Lesson Plan" This is a follow up to my previous posting, "Breaking Cathy." Please read that first, if possible. Originally shared with my friend dee, this is my "Manifesto" about my loving domination of willing women. It contains 21 examples of games I played with the slaves I trained in college....
I am a good golfer, but for some reason I had never reached my potential. It always seemed that something would go wrong and I would end up letting the first mistake frustrate me and cause more mistakes. Because of that I could play with all the other good women golfers until tournaments. Then I would eventually turn into a basket case, piling error on error...
Copyright © 2019 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the author. Warning: If you don't like stories about wife sharing or swinging, you might as well move on, because that's all there is here. If...
A friend of mine is a New England Patriots fan. So is his neighbor Todd. Last season they had a party for the Patriots game versus the Chiefs. I'm a Chiefs fan. They invited me over for their party. The Patriots were the home team, but the Chiefs were having a good season. "Good to see you, please come in in!" Todd said as he greeted me at the door. "You...