Prologue My secret fantasy of how Cheri's first sensual massage might happen. I have had this crazy fantasy of seeing my sexy wife Cheri being ravished and enjoying multiple cocks for over a year. At first I thought I was losing it but the fantasy kept growing inside of me. I tried to forget about it but it wasn't possible, the seed was somehow planted i...
The last two weeks at the rehab facility were brutal; there's no other word for how rough it was. I had to learn to get around on crutches with a cast still on my left wrist while dragging around my right leg in a long cast, and a surgical boot on my right foot. Almost any pressure on the right foot was a new experience in pain, both in the foot and up the l...
The hum of the air conditioner and the ratty wallpaper barely clinging to the motel walls were no help in drowning out the erotic sounds coming from next door. Loud smacks against soft skin were a constant as breathy female moans melodically carried between the paper thin walls. A sexy male groan was the last straw before I finally kicked my comforter off an...
Jane Jetson sat in front of one of the family's household computer monitors. She knew that what she was about to do would probably upset her and was somewhat of an invasion of her husband's privacy but she also knew that she just had to know what he was doing on the Universally Galactic Wide Web whenever he'd stay up late at night on the damn thing. He was b...
Authors Note: A huge thanks to the author Coyo for once again allowing Donnie to visit one of his fine establishments! ***** July 6th. "...in other news, authorities are asking for the public's help in locating an escaped patient from the South Bay Mental Institution. Donnie ————— is described as 5'11,"weighing 170lbs and is considered unstable and very...
This is my story. The story of my life and how I ended up here, in this place that I never thought I would be. But I am. All writers write what they know. And that is what I am and this is what I do. There is no great American novel in my future. I am not that inspired or that narcissistic. I have done my share of freelance work for some of the mid-level, b...
This is the eighth chapter in the saga of Chris and Chloe Weber. While the story can be read separately, I suggest you read the earlier chapters to understand the full context of what is happening here. For those not familiar with the earlier stories, the two main characters often refer to each other as "brother" and "sister," but there is no incest as the t...
That night, our guests arrived as scheduled. There was an unmistakable anxiety in the air and a mischievous twinkle in every eye. The butterflies were doing jumping jacks in my stomach as I greeted each couple at the door. Donna strode in wearing a form-fitting, tan mini-dress. The first thing I noticed after she pecked my cheek and walked by, was the faint...
"Bad news honey. I really wanted to go to the party, but it doesn't look like it's going to happen." I reported to her over the phone as I walked towards long-term parking. I had just flown back in on the eight o'clock flight and looked forward to getting home. I was returning from a week of meetings on the merger the company I work for had been working on t...
Chapter 4: A Different Kind of Stan I didn't wait to get started. I e-mailed each and every contact I had with a formal announcement that Copely Services was in business. I attached a copy of my rates, mirroring Dave Thomas', as well as my experience history and my new business phone number. I had subscribed to a new cell phone plan which gave me a bulk rat...