I first met Stella's personal trainer Jonathon when collecting her from the gym. Average height, slim build, cropped blonde hair with a good tan. He's a very energetic guy. Always looks smartly dressed in designer sportswear. Stella invited him round for drinks one evening. Although my wife spent ages getting ready she came down wearing a simple open neck...
I have been thinking about sex a lot lately, about hot sex, passionate sex full of noise and urgency. I guess it's because that is exactly the opposite of what I get. Tony takes the lady in me to bed, making love to me carefully as though I were made of glass leaf, when what I really want him to do is fuck me. It has nothing to do with power, with control,...
First I would like to thank those of you who read and responded to my previous story, One Weekend in October. I consider all of your comments important. Of interest to the readers of this and my first story should be the fact that these stories are not fictional but actual. My wife Barb and I have an open relationship and what I write down is based on our di...
LBD in Las Vegas (FINAL) We are in our Third Age. Hi, I'm Russ and my 68 year old wife is Susan. We've been talking about a one week vacation in Las Vegas, "Sin City," and lose all our inhibitions. Our plans include doing whatever we want as a couple or individually with no recriminations from the other, if one seeks something or someone different. Susan is...
"Wow...this place is amazing!" I murmured to Tomo as our taxi wound up the lane towards the hotel lobby. Our car was surrounded by lush gardens and palm trees. I rolled down the window and listened to the crash of waves on the nearby beach. The air was humid heavy with the scent of tropical flowers, a far cry from the factory smoke and crisp spring air we ha...
I was 18 when I first went to Europe. That month would change my life. My parents had died when I was five, and I was raised by family friends; they also controlled my trust fund. It's not a coincidence that I went to Europe just as I came into control of the money. I loved my foster-parents, but I knew I needed to take this trip alone, to explore myself....
I keep hearing from otherwise intelligent people that Middle-Eastern women are oppressed, dull and submissive. Whoever professes that belief obviously never met me. My name is Leila Alkhani, and I'm a gal with a story to share with you today. I was born in the City of Darab, southern Iran, and raised in the City of Montreal, Quebec. My parents, Alexandre Alk...
"So after a passable three course meal and enough wine to make me frisky he took me back to his place and fucked me with all the finesse of a jackrabbit! The idiot talked all through dinner about how well travelled he thought he was but had no clue where the clitoris was. Had to nip into McDonalds on the way home for a cheeseburger and a wank in the bathroom...
Vicky sat down at the breakfast table and opened her post. There was a bill and the usual junk mail together with a hand-addressed envelope. Inside the envelope, Vicky found a card from her boyfriend, who was out of town on business for the week. The card was curiously blank, except for a $200 gift voucher to be spent at Liks, a store which recently opened n...
Chapter 3: Black Gold, Texas Tea A.J. Weaver was a self-made man. When he and Connie were first married, he worked as a roughneck on the oil well drill rigs in west Texas. Over the years, he learned more about drilling operations and production wells. Saving all his money by avoiding the hard-partying life of his fellow roughnecks, A.J. was able to purchase...