All characters are over eighteen. All people and places are fictional. ***** Saturday night at Swingtime Social Club. A fifty-year-old computer systems designer from the suburbs walks in with three hot women on his arm. Wait, what? I had never even had a dream that good, but there I was, the doorman smiling at me like it was totally normal. Misty greeted...
I was sitting on the couch when she came in and as soon as I saw her, I knew something was going on. She had a big grin on her face and was positively bristling with excitement. Her body language also gave something away. She seemed to be slinking towards me and as she did, she swayed her hips in an exaggerated way. She dropped down on the couch right next t...
London, May 27th, 1869 Dearest sister Jane, We have now arrived in London and settled into our new home, Lord Hurst and I. The house, as you know, used to belong to Lord Hurst's older brother, the one who died in that awful duel regarding Lady Sutton's honour – as if she had any! The house is beautifully kept but, oh; decorated in such a drab and old-fashi...
[This personal account comes from a woman friend; the wife of a long-time colleague. They know of my interest in foundationwear and figure training. Their names have been removed or changed; but the location is true. I've presented it here as if she were writing it, based on conversations we've had. She's approved it for submission.] OK. I live near Sevenoa...
"Come on, come on, get up, its time to go!" My wife was talking and it sounded urgent. I opened my eyes just in time to see her rip the covers off the bed as her breasts bobbled in the back ground. I sat up, wondered what was happening and watched her, no bra as she zipped up the red track suit. I sniffed the air for signs of fire. "Put that on," she said a...
It had been a long trip, but I arrived home just before dinnertime. I put my briefcase down and hearing no noise in the house called out “anyone home”. Kathy answered back, “I’m up here.” I took a moment to flip through the mail and then went upstairs to our bedroom to change into something a little more comfortable. On entering the bedroom, I saw my wife...
Neil was excited. It was Friday night and he was expecting his wife Carla home at any time. Friday was the night Carla went out alone straight from work and, as it was now quite late, Neil was eagerly anticipating her return when she would inevitably relate the story of her evening's adventure. At 11.30pm, he hear the unmistakable sound of a key in the fro...
This is a story about how I met, courted and married my soulmate. It has a lot of gratuitous sex in it because we had a lot of gratuitous sex. If you want graphic descriptions of animalistic sex, well you might find some. You will have to read the whole story to get the best out of this work. We met in the early eighties, I had just gone through a divorce a...
I was slightly upset when my husband, Jim, informed me that he had an early morning tee time. He had promised me that we would spend the weekend getting to know one another again. "But Margie. I told the guys that I would play golf today. I forgot about telling you we would spend the day together." "You promised!" "I'll try to get home early!" With that,...
Looking back, I only have myself to blame for what happened. My wife and I had been together for a total of roughly ten years. She can be an animal in bed, but likes thing fairly vanilla. I like things a bit nastier and had a bad habit of trying to coax her into giving me details of her sexual exploits during college and the time between college and when...