Amity reclined against the wall, her smallish breasts thrust forward until they caught the light and glistened. She ran her thumbs over her coppery nipples, circling in under her areolae and then pinching the nipples between thumb and forefinger until they were hard as diamonds. Her little pink tongue lapped at her parted lips. She slid her right hand down o...
This work is copyrighted to the author and the Unfaithful Wife Organisation © 2003. Authors Note: This and other Kelly Farmer stories are set in the late fifties to early sixties. I finished this story just as the second gulf war started and because of that haven’t published it until now. ---------------------------- Kelly Farmer looked once more at her...
Ah, the fabulous fifties. Dwight Eisenhower was in the White House, gays were in the closet, tail fins were all the rage and "good" girls didn't go all the way until marriage. Boys did, but only if they could find a "bad" girl willing to go there. I wasn't one of those boys, and neither were most of my horny, sex-starved high school buddies. We were all fr...
Two months have gone by and not one sighting of my peeping tom. Oh, he's been home! I have slept in that recliner like an idiot, waiting for him. I'd see the light go on in his room, caught a glimpse or two of his shadow, but never once did he come to the window. I can't count the number of times I would sit there, making myself ready for him. I spent one w...
I hated being 18. This was not a new or even revolutionary feeling, nor was my hate something unique or different. No, I simply hated the frustration that being 18 involved. When reaching 18, society likes to claim you are an adult, they then fail to remove the restrictions that prevent you from being an adult. Smoking? Nope, another year before you are all...
Chapter One is here. *********** In the summer of 1974, I had been looking for a girlfriend for over a year. I assumed my school, the City College of New York, was the best location to get one. But during my first year, absolutely nothing happened. I didn't have one date. I admit, I had never had a girlfriend so I really had no idea of how to do it. I'm no...
Erica and I awoke exhausted on the Friday. It had been a crazy week of sex, with Erica being hornier than I'd ever known. This was in no small part down to the part played by her two friends and work colleagues, Rhea and Helen. Erica had been incredibly turned on by my first week of sex apart from her, where previously we'd had threesomes only when we were t...
Pamela sighed as her fiancé kissed and licked around her big nipples. She could feel the wetness between her thighs. God, she wanted him inside her, but she had vowed to wait until they were married and not for the first time since they had met, she considered breaking that vow. Pamela was a typical "spoiled" little Southern Belle. She had attended only th...
I'm Desiree, and I'm a dancer. No, not a ballerina. And you won't see me in Broadway shows. Or backing up singers at rock concerts. The dancing I do is a bit more...exotic. Yeah, okay, I'm a stripper. Strippers traffic in fantasy. We embody fantasy. We facilitate it. We act it out. We ARE fantasy. Our audiences (usually men) see something in us that they wa...
It was a silent car ride home. He looked at her, she looked out the window. She looked at him, his eyes were on the road. Neither of them broke the silence. It stayed that way until he parked in her mom's driveway. The soft-spoken young man told his girlfriend, "Goodnight Ashley. I'll call you tomorrow or something." She turned to him, her eyes searching h...