Tah-ta-ta-tah-tah—tah-tah. Tah-ta-ta-tah-tah—tah-tah. "Oh, shit! That's probably Jillian." Roused from a deep sleep by the familiar door knock rhythm, we jolted from bed. While the room was still well lit, the sun was descending. We'd slept much of the day away, something far too easily committed in the desert, we discovered. We quickly threw on what clo...
In the morning, Beyonce opened her eyes and stretched, grinning the entire time. “Man, I feel so relaxed.” She hopped out of her bunk and looked in Kelly’s. It was empty. “I guess our little talk will have to happen later. Good!” Beyonce didn’t really want to deal with it, in fact she hoped Kelly wouldn’t mention it but they had promised to talk through any...
Intro warning: This is a story about two married couples who are both in the swinging lifestyle and an afternoon they spent swapping spouses. If this type of experience doesn't turn you on, move on. Safe sex should be assumed but I'm not going to write in the details of putting a condom on every time intercourse occurs. - - - - - - - - - - - My wife, Dana...
Behind my house is the building where I take care of my business and where I play. Its thick stone walls are well shaded by the broad roof. This helps keep the interior cool. The thick walls also make it almost sound proof. There are two rooms. In one, there are tables, chairs and couches. This is where I meet each morning with the men who oversee the oper...
The tit-diddling bees raised their stings. Beads of clear venom gleamed at the tips of the black needles. "Oh no!" Odetta gasped. "They're going to sting me!" Her fears were confirmed when the two workers plunged their lances, dead center into her pointy red nipples. "Aaaahh!" she screamed as white hot fire flamed her tits. Odetta watched with wide brown...
Reflected light from the surrounding towers shattered against the sharp angles of the sky lit mezzanine. A woman clad only in heels strode confidently down the concourse, the clicks of her stilettos reverberating from the walls. The vast hall was otherwise silent, hushed, with every surface polished to a glossy sheen including the marble floor which seemed t...
I walked into the kitchen with the post to find Bee carefully spooning honey from the jar onto a slice of toast. The honey was runny and when it landed on the toast began to spread out lazily. I could not help but let my mind wander. I could see that honey running somewhere else and my tongue following it obediently. It did not help that Bee was wearing a th...
The chunky bracelets on her wrist jangled against each other as her hands pressed down on the bed, taking her full body weight and the force of my thrusts. The bracelets were alternately yellow and black and matched her bobbed hair which was black and decorated with yellow clips and bobbles. She wore knee length stripey black and yellow socks and her black l...
"How about these?" Bee held up the tiny lace knickers she had worn the first day we met. It was now four days later and she was searching for a pair of knickers for me to wear out tonight. "Aren't they-" "Yup." "I'm not sure that they would keep everything in Bee. They are quite tiny. Why can't I just wear some of my own?" "Because the point is that we...
"What shall we name this store you want to open?" Ali asked. "Behind Clothes Doors or Behind Closed Doors?" Bee replied. "Clever twist on words and their meanings. Is that the sole reason for choosing that?" "No, I saw a store for women's wear and adult toys in Northern California's Gold Country in Grass Valley when I was there one summer. The name has h...