I had intended that this would be the last part of this story. However, after reading the feedback from all those kind enough to comment and to email me I have decided to move directly into what I saw as a sequel. It also avoids my having to put what I am my editor saw as a weak end on the tale of Patrick and Laura. So what follows is just chapter three. T...
This story combines three of my favourite themes in one tale. I leave it for you to discover what those themes are -- but it shouldn't be difficult to guess! It is most definitely just a story but has a certain resonance with incidents in my own past. I have kept it from the male viewpoint because it works better that way and of course most of my audience i...
I stared at my reflection in the mirror on Saturday night as I carefully put the final touches to my make-up and fastened my necklace and bracelet in place. To my relief the hickeys Darren had given me were already beginning to fade. The overdose of concealer I had applied had done a good enough job, at least for the most obvious mark and the two dark patch...
Driving home after the eventful day, Mark felt both elated and confused. Not only had he been unexpectedly finger-fucked to an explosive climax for the first time in his life -- a bizarre event to him -- but also willingly sucked that same black man's cock, seemingly without giving the decision conscious thought. That, plus the emotional session with Dr. And...
I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, wiping the fog away so that small beads of water ran down my reflection. I touched myself, moving my hands lightly over my stomach, turning slightly to profile. I was large now, and round, swollen with the life inside me. I could feel my skin tight and smooth and firm, almost hard, and it was difficult to remem...
Taylor Ingold stood impassively surveying the arriving high school students. She wore her standard school-resource officer's togs: a white polo shirt with her department's badge silkscreened over her right tit, her too-tight cargo shorts and her black running shoes. Completing the ensemble, around her narrow waist she sported a nylon duty belt with a Beretta...
Chapter 13 Sharing the Wealth THE YEAR THREE Andrew's Story I've got so many balls in the air I wonder when they are all going to fall on my head. My business is going great guns. It's unbelievable what some simple little programming can bring in when applied in the right places. IAM has finally gotten off of the ground. I've built several websites for v...
I Screamed at the Top of His Lungs This story is something of a tribute to an author error. Slirpuff has a story that features several accidental jumps from first person to third, but the most dramatic of them is the phrase "I screamed at the top of his lungs." In my first week or two of exploring this site, I caught that phrase (or it caught me) and I coul...
Dawn Sasso. Even her name drives me wild. It sounds so goddam sexy. And she is. She's sex on legs. For years I've masturbated with images of this woman in my head, sometimes even two or three times a day, but tonight was going to be different. I was naked as I settled down on top of my bed. The box of tissues was strategically placed within easy reach. My...
Author's notes: Recently I was contacted by a woman who we will call Elysa. She had just finished reading all of my and other authors' stories about Peggy Sanford and her wild adventures. Like me she was hooked. She told me that she and her husband are committed swingers and she shared several of their wilder adventures. She suggested a few ideas that I coul...