This is it! Welcome to Part One of The Florida Trip. This is intended as a direct sequel to my previous Trip series, The Baseball Trip. Think of this as The Baseball Trip: Season Two. You don't have to read the original story to get what's going on here, but it'll definitely help. Everyone is over the age of 18. 6 months later It was the coldest winter I c...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - Tim is a veteran police officer and a good husband and father who lives with his wife Brooke and their teenage son Josh and daughter Candice in an ordinary suburban house in Auckland, New Zealand. Tim's sexual interests are simple - he enjoys straight heterosexual sex with his beautiful wife, and seems to have no fetishes or per...
Hello again, this is a strange one (seems like I've said that before). It is really as much a personal thought experiment about dominant/submissive relationships, as it a story. I was idly wondering what a normal, laid back man would go through if he suddenly found himself with a very submissive partner. I've only read a few D/S stories, but they all seemed...
Ginny, after 23 years of a racy life, hasn't slowed down at all. Here she deals with her 18-year-old nephew's naivete. Read "Ginny's Witnesses, Chs. 05 & 06," for some earlier group sex experiences. And please, vote for them all! Part 1 "Arjay! Auntie Uma is driving up tomorrow to stay with us a couple of weeks!" called my mom from her study. "Will you br...
Chapter 03D FOOLS RUSH IN My name is William Maitland. I'm an Assistant State Attorney in Jacksonville, Florida. I'm the poster child for workaholics, having thrown away one of the hottest women in Jacksonville and my two children and a 20 year relationship because I couldn't maintain a life apart from my job as the top working prosecutor in Jacksonville...
New readers – and previous readers who might have read the last chapter quite some time ago – know that it is advisable to start at the beginning of the series in order to know about/remember the characters and the sequence of events. The next day, after a surprisingly sound night of sleep, I took a shower, washing my diminutive penis through its open-d...
"No, there is no overt pressure at the moment, but if I cannot be sure the situation will remain the same if the result is not different the next time," Resham sobbed as she sat next to me. "Come on, things cannot be that bad," I consoled her by hugging her tight and running my hands down her back. "I can sense that the tide has turned the wrong way, parti...
"Don't go down this block," Major Wood commented, nodding to his left "it goes past the Russian embassy, they record everything." It was a good thing the top brass was giving the Major a few days to show me the ropes before I replaced him on this assignment; we weren't even half through our patrol yet, and there had to be a dozen places I had to know to avoi...
***** Becky and Rob were holding hands tightly as the big jet lumbered toward the runway for takeoff. Before today neither had flown and their nervousness was palpable. Each had taken a short hop to get here to DFW Airport and now the main part of their journey was to begin. They were heading for Jamaica, for spring break. Of course neither of their parent...
Author's Note: A big thank you to the ever-lovely Randi for organizing the "Highway Song" event. To my team F.R., D.A., Laura L., Barry J., and Steve M. for being some fantastic betas. Dedicated to the two writers Bebop3 and MsCherylTerra, without whom this story would have never been finished. I am eternally grateful. — This story is set in 1993, a time...