Highland Games (Part 3) ----------- Saturday, 19 September ----------- Edward walked back and forth examining himself in the mirror, feeling the rough, thick material of his brand-new kilt brush against the sensitive head of his cock. Although it came down to below his knees, it just didn't feel right. Surely it wasn't decent. He just felt too exposed....
[Author's note: This story is inspired in part by an incident from one of the many terrific stories by Harddaysknight. I hope he'll forgive me; after all, as Mark Twain should have said, "plagiarism is the sincerest form of flattery".] [Author's note #2: The continuation to this story will probably not appear right away.] * There are certainly lots of blu...
Hi there, Sorry for delay, my laptop broke last week so I had a busy week trying to get it fixed. I will finally be getting it back on Thursday, so I can start on the next chapter. Anyhow Jen, I hope you have a speedy recovery, thanks again for the edit -- any mistakes found are my fault. CVC thanks for the insight, again you've made it a better read! Than...
You know, one of the things I miss most is the view out of my office window. You never know how much you value the little things, until they're gone. Just sitting there, watching the traffic, watching the people walk by, Tommy Dorsey, Bing Crosby, the Andrews sisters singing on the radio, yeah, there's no better way to spend the afternoon. Maybe I should in...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains scenes of extramarital and unprotected sex. If this is not your cup of tea, feel free to move on. "Did you guys want to go in?" We were over at Mike and Marybeth's place, and had finished dinner on the outside deck and were clearing the table after dinner, except Mike, who was preparing after-dinner drinks inside. I loo...
Chapter 1 "Jess, you're the only one I could say this to," my friend Marie said a hushed and rather conspiratorial tone, "But I'm so damned glad that golf season is here." We were having coffee on Saturday morning, Marie Lefevre, my next door neighbor and I, as we had almost every Saturday morning for the past seven or eight years. Her husband, Chris,...
It had been thrilling seeing John again and even more so doing the wonderful things we did for and to each other in his hotel room. When I remembered his big cock cumming and cumming and cumming in my hand a smile formed on my face. He loves the way I jerk him off he always did. John was so damn nice looking and built so well and his cock.......how beautif...
By Likegoodwine copyright June 2013 I often write about cheating spouses with some levity - if not downright humor - but I sometimes need to acknowledge that the event can be a shattering experience for a family. Serie Noire is my place to write about the real life dramas. Each story is a standalone. If you didn't like the two first stories of Serie Noire,...
She could feel his hands exploring her body even before she was fully awake. Dreamily, she understood that they were in the same position they had fallen asleep in last night: Ben on his back, and she was cuddled up against him, her arm draped over his neck, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her ever closer to him. All the night, they had not mov...
I woke up wearing my shame. I grabbed my phone and stared at the messages, running over last night's "meeting" and what had happened. I came back to the swirling video clip, to the little wiggle. I realized she had me locked down- later, I'd find that thought ironic- and could demand almost anything. There's no way I'd leave Karen, no way I'd ever want to be...