It was warm, but not the kind of sultry warmth that one dreams of when they're shivering inside a wool coat in winter. It was a balmy, sweaty heat that stuck to your skin. Sam was growing moodier the longer she took to pack up her last boxes and carry them from the railed porch to her car. The sun on her skin was beginning to summon sweat along her brow. The...
Please Note: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. Story Code: M/F, Impregnation, Swing, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism ***** Bill Black was in the shower washing before work, his wife Julie was at the bathroom sink putting on her face and doing her hair. As Bill stepped out...
On reflection life had been pretty good to me. 50 years old two beautiful girls off at university and my wife Jade and I about ready to celebrate our twenty fifth wedding anniversary things were going well. We owned most of a very nice home in an upmarket suburb and drove almost new cars. My job as regional sales manager for a national company was going st...
"But honey, trust me. It's going to be so fun, so sexy, I know you're going to love it. Do this one thing for me just because you love me. You do love me, right?" There it was. The "if you love me you'll_________" trap. Fill in that blank as you see fit. Do the ridiculous honey-do list on what should be a restful Saturday afternoon. Learn to waltz. Spend th...
Author's disclaimer: I am not a fan of 'Sissy' stories. Some crossdressed bloke dressed in taffeta and crinolines, frilly knickers, with blonde ringleted girly-girl hair being dragged along on a leash by some leather-clad dominatrix Mistress who forces him to be her sissy, spanking him and finally sticking a big plastic cock up his arse is not my forte. Tha...
"Ah, fuck him!" was all I heard after the door slammed shut loud enough to pull me from my sleep. I looked around my room until I could focus on the red specks of light of my clock radio: 2:45 a.m. I stumbled out of bed, a somnolent drone pulled to the muffled sounds from beyond my bedroom door like a moth to it's blitzing blue light of death. I worked the...
4: Sharon and Ben. Tuesday. The day after the day before. Autumn had settled in. Nature was preparing for hibernation and the landscape was cast in strewn shades of burnished copper. The air was crisp this morning as I walked along a gravel path that wound its way through the nearby woods. I stood for a moment and breathed deeply of its freshness as I thou...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. Just as echoes pollute sound, the echoes of our histories pollute our view of the World. I had to fall back on a dedicated group of readers for editor assistance. The faults are mine. ***** (Wednesday Night) Yasmin had a kink I hadn't really had to deal with before. She lik...
This is the fourth chapter about a couple's adventures while vacationing in Denmark. The locations exist but the characters are fictional. Each chapter stands on its own though is best read in the order written. In this chapter, Paul meets two women who invite him to their summer home for an evening. It takes a while for the action to heat up. But bear with...
"I'm surprised you like pizza," Tracy said as they sat across from each other in a booth at William's favorite Harlem pizzeria. She intertwined her feet with his beneath the table and added, "And beer." "Why would that surprise you?" "I don't know. You just seem so...formal sometimes. I am taken aback when you do 'ordinary guy' stuff." William laughed,...