Kylie was bored. Not just for a minute, or an hour, or even a day; Kylie was bored of her whole life. She'd thought she had everything she wanted: a rich husband who adored her, a nice car, extra money to spend, and the freedom from work. After Steve got the promotion at work, He'd insisted that she stay at home and become a woman of leisure. At first she'd...
The only thing Alex had for him was his mom. Which is to say, if he didn't have the mom he had, he would have been without friends for most of the early part of his life. Like most of my friends, we had ignored Alex for as long as we knew him, until we learned how much we enjoyed the pleasures of girls. Oddly enough, it was also the most tease-worthy thing...
Greetings, folks. My name is James Tomasi Bjorn. A tall, good-looking, golden brown-skinned and green-eyed man of African-American and Swedish descent. I'm currently touring North America, and like many young men, I'm looking for adventure. What kind of adventures? Well, that's what this story is all about, folks. I lead the kind of life other people can onl...
"I'm bo-ored," Bunny said in a singsong tone as she leaned over Leon's shoulder. Leon swatted irritably at her head, but she just ducked back and started skipping around the table, singing, "Bored bored borededy bored, boredy bored bored bored bored..." "Alright, who let the Bunny have sugar?" Kathleen snarked, prompting a round of desultory laughter from t...
To put it simply, Karen McMillan was bored. She was bored of the endless rounds of drab social engagements with her corporate big-shot of a husband, bored of the obligatory ski trips to overpriced resorts, bored of the late afternoon lunches at the country club with all the other equally bored, equally rich wives. Karen had even become bored of running up he...
James was walking through the mall. Life had been really hard lately and he couldn't imagine anything making it better. He was bored of everything, thing excited him. He had seen the girl in the candy store before but he couldn't place where. He looked at his watch, the store was closing in 15minutes, and just maybe he could at least try and get a phone numb...
He was bored. They had done all the right romantic flirty things. She was married. Of course the husband did not pay quite enough attention to her. And she was flattered, even titillated by the rhythm of their online chats and the sensual tension in their emails. But he was bored. It was her attitude. He had seen it before. It reeked smug. Although she neve...
This is a true story. It does involve sex, but it's not very sexy. It's just true. Although I'm telling this story in the first person, I will refer to us as Mr. and Mrs. In the third person. My stories always include elements of our real life or our fantasies. Each story includes images from our real life. For example "The Balcony". We really were o...
Chapter #16 Taking the Train to New Orleans I'm Silky -- I'm Over 18 and I live with Jessica & George -- I've got all that stuff in my other diary entries, ooops, I mean fantasies. We went to New Orleans earlier this year, for a long weekend. It wasn't Mardi Gras, but that's not really the best time to see the Crescent City, anyway; too crowded, too drunk...
We three wined and dined around the cabana table, all naked. One of the most enjoyable meals I had ever partaken of. Not only was the food first rate, dining with two thoroughly charming mid aged women in all their magnificent nudity and enjoying their naughty conversation was extremely pleasurable. One black and shining like ebony, the other creamy white. C...