Kay Miller was in transition. From and into what, she wasn't sure. Three weeks ago the 43-year-old high school teacher had been a reasonably content music and language arts educator, liked and respected by kids and colleagues, if quietly frustrated in her personal life by a passive husband. Her life had been on a steady path of work and mentoring, distracti...
"This is ridiculous. I love it." Ava stood in front of the mirror in her room, looking up and down her body at the skimpy costume she was trying on. the tight spandex Catwoman top exposed her entire midriff and barely covered her perky teenage breasts. She could faintly see her areola poking out of the top of each cup. She brought her latex-gloved hands up...
Man has a quick forgettery. Carl Sandburg said so. Not true when it comes to Holly, the sylph I have gratefully surrendered to. No matter how wizened my brain becomes, my forgettery is incapable of such treachery. In our tiny, licentious kingdom, I am king. Holly is my lone subject, a shameless wench compelling me to commit mortal sin at every opportunity....
Shortly after our recent adventure we were meeting some friends for dinner and had decided to drop into the Filling Station for drink. As Tom ushered me in to the bar I did a double take because sitting at a table at the back I thought I saw a 'ghost' from the past, Carl. When I looked again it was definitely him, a bit heavier and obviously older but still...
Without any doubt, Ann Sterling, my sexy wife, is the easiest piece of ass, the most eager slut in Australia. She has expressed her free-wheeling sexuality as a two bit whore on semi-permanent loan to men scattered about this arid region, a woman frequenting a bordello bed at five dollars a throw, a flesh pot in a flesh pit learning to wow any and all client...
Author's Note: This story is one of the few I've written with a female dominant character. I hope you enjoy it. If you take time to read the story, please take an extra minute to leave feedback or an extra second to vote. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Sit down, Brandon," Amanda Langford said with a se...
As we walked down the hotel hallway, my wife nervously clutched my hand. I glanced over at her and could tell she was very apprehensive with what was about to take place. She looked exquisite in her short black dress trimmed in lace. She wore a strand of pearls around her neck that hung perfectly into her cleavage. I had picked her outfit when we had agreed...
Sara looks at her sleeping husband, but she's day-dreaming about another man, a white man with flecks of gray in his other-wise brown hair. He's handsome in a western way, with a muscular upper body, and a smile that sends shutters of desire through her. His presence is that of a sage, a sage that exudes the sexual prowess of Kama, a sage she believes can sa...
This story is based on the true habits and desires of one of my readers. Contact me if you want to tell me YOUR secrets. * Going through emails was normally quite tedious when you owned a website. Joseph's website, however, was a niche site that only attracted specific viewers, so the emails he received were very specific, and much more interesting. He sc...
The fact that Bethany wanted a lap dance from a woman was much less surprising than her boyfriend, Eric, not wanting to take her to a strip club for it. Disappointed by this turn of events Bethany called me and complained about Eric’s unwillingness to give her the birthday present she wanted. I was most surprised at Eric’s reason for his refusal: he had just...