CJ continues to tell me tales during sex of her sexual adventures from times before we were a committed couple. However, after sex she tells me the stories are just her imagination. This one allegedly happened around 1972 about a year or so before I met her and well before the popularity of interracial sex. Re-edited August 31, 2016 The story that is most...
Raquel and Tanya were sitting in Raquel's favorite bar, each on their 3rd drink. They weren't intending to get drunk, but Raquel's newest girlfriend wasn't available that evening and Dennis was out of town again, leaving Tanya on her own again, so they both figured why the hell not? They'd intended to make a night of it anyway, brunette Raquel was in a cream...
This is a completely new story from the prior series that stands alone. As always, feedback is appreciated. I hope you enjoy the story. * September 2005, Iraq As the Blackhawk helicopter came in to land at one of the many helipads on Camp Victory in Baghdad, I began to tear up. I had not been to Camp Victory since July when I first arrived in Iraq with th...
The whole thing started when Morgan and her best friend CJ were in their backyard tanning. They wore nothing but small bikinis as they both lay face down on their beach blankets, which were sprawled across the grass. To them, tanning was the biggest perk of their move to Los Angeles. Sunlight was plentiful compared to their birthplace of Seattle; a place wh...
That weekend, CJ's father in law, Rob, had taken the kids to Philadelphia as he had promised. One of the rare times CJ and Emily had the house to themselves. Plenty of making out, plenty of being lazy, plenty of sex. Only this time, Em no longer had the thought of whether or not she was going to get pregnant as a result. Good old tied tubes, she thought....
CJ sat quietly next to Andrea in a large back booth at Muy FiFi. Muy FiFi was a fusion Mexican/French restaurant in West Hollywood. Everyone was there, Sal was sitting with Irene. Andi and Gene were there. She was a little afraid that Marie and Randy would show up but they didn't. Sal was buying drinks and CJ had something called a Mexican flag flaming in fr...
Chapter 10 Carter traced the money from the ransoms to a powerful terrorist group run by a man named Jorge Riaz—the Commandant to his followers—to the place in Cantana. They were funding their cartel by kidnapping affluent American tourists and ransoming them back to their families. The Greenwich Country students were the largest group they'd taken to date...
I've never been one for work. Let me rephrase. I've never been one for drudgery kind of work. I tried a few desk jobs...they all ended horribly. I tried working in the service industry...that was even worse. But thankfully I was gifted with acting talent, an artistic eye and a love of medieval crafts, so to make ends meet I currently work as a freelance phot...
Chapter Eleven; Beth's Excellent Vacation I awoke before the alarm sounded and glanced at it. I was happy to see that I still had a half-hour before it was set to go off. I turned over and cuddled up to the solid, warm presence of Dan. Such a nice way to come awake--my naked body pressed against my lover. I stroked his bare torso as my usual morning passion...
Foreword I have been told that I am not so much a cuckold as I am a wittol. Wittol is defined as; a man who knows, condones and even encourages his wife's enjoyment of coitus with another man or men; a contented cuckold. I cannot remember when I first started getting the urge for my girlfriends, ex-wife, even my current wife, CJ, to flirt with other men an...