This time is different, we got into robes, kicked off our shoes, and I remembered I hadn't eaten all day (never did finish that bagel) so Jeannette brought me a sandwich so good I almost proposed. The Final Task... "You should be proud of how you pushed yourself. Most quit long before they get to the final ritual." Madame addresses only me. Jeannette and n...
How do I start my journey in this true story. I was an unhappily married woman a year ago. I had been married for 17 years and my daughter born out of wedlock was just 17. I had discovered for the past year my husband was less than faithful to me. My oath to be a faithful married woman legit even with the suspicion of her husband travels were more than j...
Occasionally I would spend the weekend in London and I would head off to Hastings on the South Coast of Sussex where there was a nudist beach I had heard about. On my first visit I took the train from London, it was a Saturday morning and I took a small rucksack with me for essentials such as cash, G-string, towel, sandwiches, beer and a map etc, I wore a sk...
© copyright Mark J Daniels 2006 1 The rain hammered down on the car's windscreen, as hard and furious as the rhythm of Christine's hand, tightly gripped around Jack's straining cock. His head was back, mouth open, breath gasping as her hand pumped furiously at his shaft. It had been a long day, charged with sexual energy. The atmosphere between the two of...
The next day at work brought bad news. A last minute business trip to Frankfurt meant their hike would now happen a couple of weeks later than arranged. As it turned out both were consumed by work so really he hadn't thought that much about her until the days immediately before their hike. He hoped he hadn't understated the strenuousness of the trail. As he...
Hey, there. My name is Zachary Etienne. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, to Haitian immigrant parents. I lived a fairly normal life in my hometown, enrolling at McGill University to study Criminology and living it up on weekends like everybody in the town of Montreal. I was twenty years old when the Zombie Plague hit. I mean, at first...
As the day began to wind down, Eric found himself between the last little town he passed through and Heightsville, Indiana. When he set out on his cross country journey hitchhiking instead of traveling by car, bus or plane, he had promised himself he wouldn't get caught late in the day out on the road in the middle of nowhere. He had stopped for a meal at a...
News flash: just because things appear one way on the surface doesn't mean they're one hundred percent correct. Sure, from all outward appearances, the public version of me, the persona I live by is mostly correct. I'm not one to be fake. But sometimes it's what's just beneath the surface, barely hidden from prying eyes that tells a different story. Someti...
*Author's Note* Although this is a continuation of our couple's adventures from "An Encounter", it is not necessary to read the first to fully enjoy this offering. Our commute to work on this particular Monday started off business as usual. We seated ourselves in our usual car and seats, and awaited the journey into the city to start our work week. Thi...
I'm Violet, and this is one of my stories. We have been listening to a book, "The Ultimate Guide to Kink: BDSM, Role Play and the Erotic Edge" by Taormino, on the long, rainy ride back from the beach. We listen to a chapter, pause, and discuss our takeaways. It gives us a lovely way to explore and get new ideas. Reading and discussing helps pass the time mu...