************************************************* Copyright jeanne_d_artois (aka oggbashan) November 2017 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or livi...
Saturday morning, I woke up before Heather. Staring at the ceiling I was trying to come to grips with everything that had happened. Last Saturday, we had been the typical suburban Mid-western couple, married for over 10 years, 2 kids and always faithful to each other. Sex was always occasional and behind closed doors, but over the last week all of that has c...
Jess and Mike were running their own successful tattoo and piercing studio. Over the years they became quite popular - their detailed and fantastic inking became famous not only in their city but in the whole state. One day they decided to give something back to society and wanted to start some kind of charity. As tattooing, piercing and other body modificat...
The virgin thing was gone and done with but I was not happy with the way it worked out. I had two orgasms and Kevin had cum. Later we decided those responses were more to being turned on by the public performance rather than any emotions involvement. Before Kevin and I had gone out for my first fuck in front of an audience, we discussed procedures with Heat...
Soon after my wife Karen became involved in a local charity she started pushing the envelope on its annual silent auction fundraiser. At first she added donations from a local lingerie shop. The year after that it was a bachelorette party package. These went over well so this year they added something that really took them close to the edge. It was a priva...
"We need all this rope?" Olga asked, her voice dripping with incredulity. Blinking, she hastily added, "Miss Rita," but it was too late. The tone of voice and omission had been noted. Miss Rita had been working with her concerning her use of politeness and proper address when speaking. Olga didn't have to say 'Miss Rita' or even 'Miss' with every sentence, b...
John slowly slipped outside of me. One became two. My decision to display myself had changed our life together. My soul lay naked when I told him of my desire. I gave up control, willingly. He took it, steadfastly. And we were happy, ardent, and very much in love. The results of the photo shoot, John's first "assignment" for me, were spectacular. John sai...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story. I had dreaded this night for weeks. I had let myself be talked into attending a charity event by an old friend, a woman about...
Kelly looked up at the man who had just paid for her by check at the charity auction, her fate now in the hands of the man who employed her. She had been the third one up on the block wearing a Vera Wang gown and dark Chanel heels and underneath, pricy lingerie from the exclusive Victoria Secret collection. The whole thing had been for some charity organiza...
In my line of work I get to mix with a lot of folks who earn serious money. They're way out of my league financially - and I'd rather not say too much here about what exactly brings me into contact with them because even in a city like Paris, the super wealthy community is small enough that I could probably be traced and identified through what I'm about to...