Author's Notes: Gang Aft Agley is a work of fiction, no characters or situations have any basis in known persons. The story continues the theme I generally use, that of a happily married couple wherein the wife attempts to add a lover to the family mix. In this story the couple has a girl child. Let me be very clear, the child is not involved in any way in a...
"How would you like to spend the weekend in the country?" asked Ilsa. "Sylvia and Tom are going up to the summer house, and we're invited to go along." Sylvia was Ilsa's best friend and Tom was her fiancee. The summer house belonged to Tom's family. It was located right in the traditional heartland of Calandria---the idyllic ancestral rain forest. It was a...
His hand came down again on her bare bottom in front of him. The slap was loud. She whimpered softly. The sting of his hand excited her and she felt the warmth of her secretions flood between her legs. Her flesh vibrated and teased her as she felt them resonate to her sex and sensitive breasts. "6," he counted. It pleased him to see her cheeks were reddened...
The girl struggled along a pathway threading across the lower slope of the cliff up to where the clan lived in caves; she had waited for the pre-dawn sky to lighten before attempting the path, even now the sky gave barely enough illumination and she picked her way carefully, not wishing to stumble, not wanting to alert the Leader to her return. She stopped m...
[The circumstances surrounding this story are true, but I have not acted on this fantasy. I could never take such risks. If I gave 'Diane' as much power as I did in my story she would use it to destroy me, I just know that. She has no idea that I am attracted to her and my wife would NEVER suspect I would have any interest in someone like her. I never refer...
I have been meaning to tell this story for a long time but have never taken the time to write it all down. I wanted to retain it for my own purposes, as part of a diary that I have never really given much more than a half-hearted attempt at maintaining. But with a couple of vodka and tonics in me tonight, I realized that I had to tell it, partially because i...
Rest at last, she thought to herself as they sat by the camp fire, finishing off their meals of curreid goat jerkie, maize-pudding and palm-wine, and settling down for what was to be their fourth night in the bush. She stretched her kahki-trousered legs out across the ground as Mkwambe, a local tobacco farmer and her chief guide for the journey, poked absen...
My name is Emma, and I want to share with you what happened to me on my Caribbean Vacation. I will start by telling you about myself. I am in my early 40's stand 5'7 tall, have long brown hair and ice blue eyes, and I work in a rather stuffy Law Office. I was married to Sean for almost 10 years when our relationship ended, that's when I decided to treat myse...
Hello again, and welcome this third chapter of my String of Luck. There are a few other chapters coming afterwards; if you want to read them (hint: feedback!) and if I have the time and patience to write them. By now most of you understand what I mean by "String of Luck". The first thing on the list is Nella, the green-eyed, blooming-body woman I'm lucky to...
As the two dazed wives stumbled upstairs to Floor 4, twelve studs of various skin colors, races, and cock sizes donned black head-to-toe monk hoods and slipped quietly up the stairs behind them. Floor 4, unlike its predecessors, was shrouded in fog-like billowing mist. Brandi and Joan encountered many corners and intersecting passages and soon found themselv...