Anna heard the sirens in the distance, their warning wail muted by blocks and blocks of wood framed houses. Automatically she listened for the nuances in tone and pitch that would tell her if they were drawing closer or would pass by into another part of the city. The sound grew louder, overshadowing the muted TV and its unfunny sitcom. They had turned off G...
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~~~~~~ The Request ~~~~~~ "Master?" She looked around the corner into his den. She wasn't allowed in this room so stayed at the threshold. "Master?" She spoke softly wanting to get his attention but not to disturb him. He looked up from his work and smiled at his most valued possession. He stood up, stretched and walked out of the room. It wasn't often sh...
I got out of my car and went around to open the back doors, where my big beautiful wife Sasha and her high school friend Amy were sitting. We'd just shared an intimate dinner with Amy after seducing her the night before. We were a little concerned about how Amy was going to react to that seduction; after all, she and Sasha had both grown up in the same littl...
-- Please do not read this story if you do not like the theme of cheating partners. If you read this story regardless and then tell me to burn in hell, I'll assume that you secretly enjoyed it, but are ashamed of yourself. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Read chapter's one and two if you want this to make more sense. -- Three weeks passed as au...
(I hope you enjoy this second part of the story about my young neighbor, Kelly. I hadn't really intended for it to be a serial story, but it seemed like a natural progression. Thanks again for reading and commenting! E) * So, last time we talked, I was too wrought up to sleep, remember? Well, I guess you're back because you want to know how my little prob...
People, by their nature, have a voyeuristic streak in them. They see flashing lights and slow down, crawling along the highway while stretching their necks in an effort to look at the blood and gore. Guys ogle girls, girls check out guys. There’s a little bit of voyeurism in everyone. I’m a normal guy. I’ve attempted to look up a few dresses and down a fe...
Author's Note: This is my first story, so my apologies for all the mistakes. Your feedback and suggestions and votes will be greatly appreciated and will help improve my next effort! This is a true story. So let me know if you'd like to hear more of my adventures. I'm also thinking about writing fiction. ********* I've been reading erotic stories about e...
Author's note: All characters in this story are 18 years old or older. ***** Mrs. Jamison gestured to the diagram she'd drawn on the whiteboard. It looked sort of like one of those heart monitors one saw in hospitals, straight, then abruptly up, then down, then straight again. As had happened already during that morning's class session, as had happened eve...
It had been a slow boring morning before Syd asked his assistant to join him at the front desk. Syd sat pant-less behind the counter as the gym receptionist knelt beneath his naked thighs and suckled his cock. He watched the neighborhood soccer moms stroll in singly, joining small clusters that lingered at but not on the exercise machines. They pretended t...