Well, here it is right after the holidays and I'm alone again while Stu is enjoying himself in London for three weeks. Like last year, I'd have to spend this New Year's Eve alone again. I started writing this stuff for therapeutic reasons, a way to blow off steam for a while, but something makes me want to finish it now that I've gone this far. This may be...
After Joy departed Scott at his construction site I turned off the laptop and slumped in my chair, suddenly eaten up with guilt now that my passion had abated. It'd broken my heart to see her tear-streaked face as she'd left there in despair, after unwillingly giving in to her brutal, forbidden pleasure. To say the least, I was concerned for her mental state...
Anna was dozing that afternoon when I went into our bedroom after she'd taken Walt to the airport. Because of the amount of time she'd been gone, her puffy lips and a slight redness around her mouth, I was convinced she'd given him a prolonged blowjob before he departed. In fact, they'd been at each other at least three or four times a day during his visit t...
My stories involve events taken, with their permission of course, from my client's case files as a family sex therapist. Lately, lots of people on this site have been sending me emails asking me to write something about my own personal experiences, an action I have resisted until now. After checking with my husband, who agreed that I should, I will reluctant...
I didn't think I'd continue with my story, but a few things have happened lately that made me reconsider. My extreme behavioral and personality changes are something I'm still trying to understand. I've gone from a meek, naïve little creature who thought sex was just something that made you have to clean-up afterward, to someone who will try almost anything...
Swirling in front of the full-length mirror, admiring myself, I checked out the "little black dress" that all well-dressed women must have in order to complete a well-rounded wardrobe. A slight flared hem stopping just north of my knees, matching heels and a single strand around my slender neck completed the picture. I'd had my hair piled-up earlier at the...
It's been almost a year now since I first watched old Walt trying to fuck my Anna on our living room couch. I wonder how different things would've been if I'd stepped in and stopped it right there. As I read back over my stories bringing things up to date, I can now see the slippery slope I traveled reaching my present situation. I'd never heard of the int...
I'm the husband in the previously posted, My Wife And An Older Man, stories. My thanks to Cleo for how much she's helped both Anne and I get through this difficult period of our lives. Yes, Anne and I are still together, now completely settled into our roles as cheating slut wife and cuckold husband. There, I've said it and it's out in the open now. This w...
From the files of Cleo: Thanks to the twins for their story. I'm one of identical twin sisters, age 28. Let me emphasis "identical," even to the tiny mole under our left breast. As children, our mother could tell the difference most of the time, but after we reached the teens we even managed to fool her occasionally. I'm Cass and my "baby sister" born a few...
From the files of Cleo: I know a lot of women who say they're beautiful. Most aren't. I was fortunate enough to have been born that way, and reaped the advantages of it all through high school and then college. I was raised in a middle-class southern family, but recognizing my looks would get me far in life, my family scrimped to send me to the best school...