With nothing better to do, Dutch found himself at a combination jazz/wine festival on the beach. Eyeing the women as they walked or sauntered past, and enjoying the bossa nova sound of a Stan Getz imitator who wasn't half-bad. His gaze followed two surfers as they successfully rode a fairly large wave into shore. It brought back memories of his all too brie...
Hi folks my name is Sahebji. I am a free lance commercial artist, tall, slim and ladies find me handsome. This incident which I am about to narrate took place some years back. It was early November. The weather was quite pleasant and I had little to do so I decided to visit my friend Mohan, a bachelor. He had recently i.e. four months back shifted jobs to a...
Chapter 1: A Wife Gets Paid in Vegas We watched them chatting at the bar. The blonde leaned over, ostensibly to help her male companion hear her better above the noise. She had magnificent, full breasts and the net effect of her shift in posture was a substantially enhanced view down her blouse. He clearly appreciated the gesture. "Man, how obvious can yo...
When I found out about Leanne's past, I had to resort to blackmail, even if she was my friend's wife. Usually, it's my wife who likes to hit all of the garage sales. She could spend hours, on a Saturday, driving around, looking for all of the really neat sales. On one particular Saturday, I was driving back from the hardware store, and I noticed a sign for...
Greetings all, I again wish to thank all who have read, voted, and commented on this series. This story is a work of fiction and fantasy. The events depicted did not and should not happen in real life. Any similarities to real persons are strictly coincidental. I also need to state that everyone in this chapter is above the age of 18. I also wish to thank...
Prologue However long you have lived with someone, even in the most intimate of relationships, there are some things you keep hidden from each other. Take my case, for example — until just the other day I had no idea that throughout our married life my recently-deceased wife, Helen had kept a detailed and very explicit diary. Shortly after her death, I deci...
Prudence was a little dismayed by the West London traffic, but not infuriated with it, as she would normally have been. The triumph of her riddance of Horace, and the sense of liberty it gave her in the light of the first part of her plan going sweetly to schedule, had her merely laugh at the situation, joining in with the chorus of honking horns as a delive...
"Wonderful!" I could hear Mistress Anna clapping softly from across the room. "You two are naturals, did you know that? "Now, I think it's time we ate, don't you? Oh, no, don't move a muscle, little cum-slut. I think it best if you just let that frosting drip on you until you go home tonight." I looked down on her cum covered face and breasts, my ejacula...
"Janet, are you all right? What happened to you?" Sweet Jesus, I over slept. I'm still chained to the headboard. "I'll call the police." Where's that damn key? Oh yeah, move the tape. "The phone won't work." Found it. Come on fingers; don't drop it, make it work. "I'll get my cell." Where's the end of the tape? This is going to hurt. "Hang on, Honey....
I recently finished reading a novel in which the main character occasionally fantasized about his lover. Each time it happened the author would describe it something like this, "And when he was naked he turned to the mirror and touched himself". That usually ended the chapter. What I want to know is what happened? Was he so aroused by the thought of his gir...