(Husband's view) This is the male/husband's perspective of a first time trip to a swinger club. For the female perspective, please see the story titled "Taking it too Far." ***** Fifteen years of marriage and I was a stereotype. I used to listen to married guys and think, "No way, not me." I had a found a great wife - one that loved sex more than I did. Th...
"Back in year 1476 A.D. a couple was burned alive four reason unknown to today. They suposly was kidnapping young woman. The towns people figured out they was at fault, or so history says, and set fire to their place of residence. Now you two can see them , well their remains, here at this museum for a limited time, before their shipped back to their ho...
Why the hell did they always play this for funerals, I wondered. U2's haunting epic song of loss just wasn't really what you wanted to hear. It was a guaranteed tear jerker. Who said you always needed to grieve at funerals? No one needs to see you melt into a blubbering mess. Bloody Irishmen. But I guess my dignity isn't really a factor at that moment. I'...
This story takes a long time to get to the actal sex part. If you're looking for a stroke-story, you'd better choose some other story. Avalanche. A-va-lanche. A r-syllable-word that rolled easily off the tongue. A beautiful, poetic word. But there was nothing poetic about the great mass of snow and ice that came falling down on them right now, with a deafe...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consentual or reluctant sex. * Devin had just turned 18 when his life changed. He was a short for a highschooler, 5'2" tall and thin. He ran track and cross-country but never placed exceptionally well at meets. He never really exceeded at anything. But the running kept him light and that was better than bein...
Pelaam© June 2009. The inspiration for this sequel came from loves_sg1 * It had been almost five long, hard, cold months. Even now, when lying in bed and staring at the first letter Jay had written him, Malcolm found it hard to believe he was gone. His lover had been pronounced dead and his body whisked away before he even had the chance to say goodbye. No...
Her giggles were like melancholy through my muffled ears. The must deep in my nose was suffocating, stifling even. I loved it. Not being able to be breath and being encompassed completely by her. Smothered and buried deep between the folds of her Godly curves and skin. I want to be buried alive if this is what it means to die happy. Her scent was heavenly an...
Somewhere a lute played softly with the low hum of adult laughter and growing salaciousness. Even light moaning drifted on the Roman breeze as a leaf floats on the stream, stopping briefly to take in its charged current, and then beginning again with the energy that comes from the cascading, descent into erotic oblivion. The two girls, vestal virgins in th...
Still shaken up over the events of the past few minutes I fired up the engine and quietly left the drive in as Hazel Court was being buried alive by Ray Milland. I gunned the engine to get into traffic and headed down University toward home for both of us. About a mile later I saw the flashing red lights behind me and realizing I couldn't outrun him headed f...
For Sam, there was something slightly intimidating about large corporations. Perhaps it was the vast, open spaces of marble and brass elevators, the enormous windows overlooking from the 17th story an immaculate plaza below. Perhaps it was the power suits, and the executives downing an egg roll as they listened intently to their messages on cell phones like...