Ch 7: The Weekend Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this series are neither condoned nor recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. 3. The ch...
This is a continuation of the story. Chapter 1 has me being shown by my best friend, Robbie, the kink his family enjoys. * Betty Bucher, Robbie's mom, a stunningly beautiful woman is the Weather Girl on our local TV station. Behind the scenes Betty is the matriarch of her family and runs the show in more ways than one. Jim, Robbie's father, a successful a...
This is chapter two of my story about an upscale, suburban housewife who goes to work in s strip club to pay the bills when her husband is unexpectedly arrested and bond is denied. Although she went to work as a hostess, she was asked to dance and strip on her second night when the club was busy and a few dancers had called in sick. To make matters worse, or...
Miranda led David, both stark naked, to a bedroom down the hall from her actual room. As much as she wanted David, she also wanted to preserve Allen's memory by not having sex with David in the room she shared with her deceased husband. Miranda quickly glanced at the door to her bedroom as she and David passed, then fixed her eyes on the door at the end of t...
Our messy hero has been blindsided by his girlfriend and her best friends, stripped, pied, gunged and ruthlessly pleasured with a vibrator (see Part 1). Now it’s payback time… I had turned up at Linda's the previous night at about six. I knew that she would be just back from work, and that she would offer me a drink. Linda was the most sociable of all of us...
"Damn! I'm on holiday I can't spend valuable time stuck in a lift," James exclaimed. "You're wrong young man," Nora stated. "One, you're on vacation not on holiday. Two, this is an elevator not a lift. Three, WE are stuck not just you. We are definitely stuck," she sighed, counting his errors on three fingers. He glared back at her. If it had been Janet,...
The single life. I haven't been in that in years; nearly five to be exact. I guess in the grand scheme of things, it's really not that long. But is the dating scene something I really want to get back into? I'm nearing 40, twice divorced, two step-kids I'll hardly ever see again (if ever), and a daughter with wife number two. At least I never had kids with w...
Let me tell you a little about myself. I am a retired banker in my late 50's. Now, before you start making assumptions, hear me out. I grew up min a middle class neighborhood with blue collar parents. I hung out with the guys on the corner (they are called gangs now). My nickname was "The Professor" and out of all of us I was the only one to attend and gradu...
Things were getting bad. I was 20 years old and living away for the first time in my life. I was sharing a rented flat with my friend Karen and while we started our adventure in London things were good, we partied hard and had a lot of fun. But money was tight and we were having problems meeting the rent. Firstly, my name is Sarah, I am 20 years old dark h...
"Oh, come on! That has to be cheating!" Eden glared at her computer as the game ended. Her sudden losing streak had gotten a bit annoying as of late, and she found herself quite frustrated. Spying her phone on the desk, Eden smirked, grabbing it and beginning to scroll through her contacts. Selecting the one she was looking for, she sent a few innocent mes...